Wu Hao stood up and walked forward. He lifted the blanket and looked at her body. There were no wounds.
"My car was hit by her, so why was she sent flying?" Wu Hao couldn't figure it out. He felt like he was going crazy.
He was a responsible man, and he would never find an excuse for this.
However, if he did not bump into her and could not find out her background, she ... Thinking of this, Wu Hao looked deeply at her little face, then turned around to take a shower.
In the morning, the sun shone in through the window.
Wu Hao was sleeping soundly on the sofa when he felt someone walking toward him. He tried to get up, but a dagger was pressed against his neck.
He raised his head and saw a long-haired woman standing in front of him. Her beautiful eyes were extremely cold as she stared at him with anger.
