He was about forty years old, with mature and handsome facial features. But his eyes were extremely cold and icy, exuding an undeniable dark and chilling aura that couldn't be concealed even when he simply stood with his hands in his pockets—it was as if he had climbed out of hell, stepping on bones like an evil ghost.
Su Mo.
Sheng Tang.
As the man chewed over these two names, which should have been closest to him, a sardonic and sinister smile curled the corners of his mouth.
Are they both doing well?
That really... disappoints him.
The man stood indifferently until Su Mo's figure disappeared from view before he withdrew his gaze.
The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated.
He took it out, and a trace of softness flickered through his icy eyes when he saw the caller ID, reaching to answer, "Miaomiao, I'll be back soon."
......
In the main building of the Nursing Home, on the second floor.
