Lin Hanxing pushed the door open and walked out of the ward expressionlessly.
Her high heels made a cold echo as she stepped on the marble floor. The wet tissue she used to wipe her hands was thrown into the trash can.
Yuan Kang was speechless.
Lin xiaojiu's aura was not just for show.
The moment she walked out of the room, his heart had been beating wildly with the sound of her high heels.
Especially that gaze ...
"I'll leave the rest to you,"
Lin Hanxing said faintly. The hair that he had casually tied up behind his head was a little loose, so he simply untied it and let it pour down like a waterfall.
It spread out in the air and formed a big black flower.
Yuan shaojing gave uncle hai an order.
"Can I take a look?"
Yuan shaojing's hand was still on the Dragon-headed walking stick, and it was hard to tell that he was trembling without looking carefully.
Lin Hanxing followed his gaze and finally saw the Phoenix ring on his finger.
