Sacred hands did not dare to hesitate. He suppressed the guilt in his heart and woke up first Prince najilie.
Na jilie opened his eyes.
His dark eyes accurately captured Lin Hanxing's direction.
If looks could eat, Lin Hanxing would have been cut into pieces by najilie.
"Miss Lin."
His voice was even gloomier than his eyes.
Her pale skin, which had not seen the sun for many years, was still blue because of what had just happened. The thin lips under her tall nose were tightly pursed. Other than her eyes, which were still considered bright and clear, her entire face was no different from having one foot in the coffin.
Lin Hanxing finally found a trace of conscience.
"Sacred hands, carry him to the wheelchair."
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Wake up! Is this your last bit of conscience?
