Huo qingge's lips moved a few times, but she realized that she couldn't make a sound. Only then did she remember that her vocal cords were damaged.
She looked at Ming Xiu blankly, hoping that he would give her an explanation. Why did she have to do the surgery?
She didn't feel uncomfortable, but she was weak. That was because she hadn't eaten for the past few days.
Ming Xiu waved his hand, and the doctor left, closing the door behind him.
Ming Xiu took out a cigarette out of habit. Just as he put the cigarette in his mouth, he irritatedly crushed it in his palm.
Ming Xiu didn't say a word and just stared at Huo qingge, as if he was going to pounce on her and strangle her to death in the next second.
Huo qingge was also annoyed by his gaze. She just wanted to know why he had to perform the surgery on her.
What was he trying to do?
He picked up the pillow and threw it at Ming Xiu.
With Ming Xiu's skill, he could easily grab the pillow, but he didn't move.
