As night fell, the lanterns were lit.
The rain did not stop.
Yuan shaojing didn't wake up, and the Lin family came in to check on him from time to time. Uncle hai was impatient and chased them all away.
Lin Hanxing suddenly remembered something.
After all, Yuan shaojing was father Lei's guest. Should he inform the Lei family that he had suddenly fallen ill?
As she was thinking, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Thunder valiant.
"Come down." His deep voice was soul-stirring and gave people an unusual sense of hearing enjoyment.
Lin Hanxing was stunned at first, then his fingers trembled.
"You're at the door?" She asked.
"Yes, come down."
Lin Hanxing got up, took an umbrella, and went downstairs.
The moment the carved door opened, she quickly saw the man standing not far away with a black umbrella.
He was smoking.
The light of the fire was bright and dim, faintly illuminating the side of Lei Xiao's cold face.
