"It's you again."
Yan Ling sneered and suddenly lifted his wrist, directly lifting Han Xing's entire body out.
Han Xing was very drunk, and his steps were already staggering. He was pushed back by Yan Ling's force and took a few steps back. His body hit the wall and bounced back, completely losing his balance. With a bang, his knees knocked to the ground.
The pain in his knees made Han Xing shake his head subconsciously. Most of his intoxication was instantly dissipated, and his consciousness became somewhat clearer.
He raised his head and looked intently at the figure in front of him and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Why did he come back to the professor's house again?
Oh yes… To find the professor and save him.
But the figure in front of him was not the professor...
Han Xing was trying to gather his thoughts, but Yan Ling at the door couldn't wait any longer.
