Did Meng Yanxi's soft-spoken and nonchalant personality truly have an effect on others?
Xia Ning dared not ponder upon it.
Meanwhile, in the hospital, Zhou Yinghuai was standing in front of the operating room, his body and hands stained with dried blood. His brows were furrowed, his face calm, seeming as though he was awaiting a sentence.
The rush of footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway. Zhou Yinghuai turned his gaze to take a look.
It was Li Yannan.
The man who once appeared at Jiang Tan's party.
Zhou Yinghuai had looked through all his information, naturally including the face before him. However, facing him personally, Zhou Yinghuai had to admit, it indeed was a good-looking mask.
Did Jiang Tan love his face more? Or was it Li Yannan's face?
A ridiculous question, yet it broke into Zhou Yinghuai's mind with crystal-clear clarity.
Li Yannan was already standing in front of him, his face a livid shade.
