Marvin looked at Lance subconsciously.
Lance gave him a look, and he immediately understood.
"We are discussing the news from the police. At that time, there was a needle in the ground. We speculated that Yazmin wanted to use it to harm people."
Yvette was skeptical and wanted to ask more, but Marvin was sent away by Lance.
Yvette had no choice but to give up. She walked forward and sat on the sofa, looking at Lance's arm. But it was covered with gauze.
But Yvette still remembered that there was a lot of blood.
She couldn't help but ask, "How is your arm? Does it still hurt?"
Lance raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her deeply. "Are you concerned about me?"
Lance's voice was low and magnetic, and it was so pleasant to hear.
Yvette couldn't help but blush, and she nodded.
She thought that Lance helped her again today, so it was right for her to be concerned about him.
