His voice, devilish in its timbre, carried a low warning in her ear, "Today I didn't die, and you'll never get another chance! From now on, you can forget about escaping my grasp!"
With a cold indifference, Ling Tian'ao left the woman in front of him and strode onto the ambulance by himself.
Settled in the ambulance, Ling Tian'ao cast a cold glance towards Xia Zhisu standing on the ground.
Such a haughty look brimming with an air of authority.
Xia Zhisu really didn't dare to get on the ambulance.
But she also couldn't just abandon him. Arriving at the front passenger's seat, she climbed straight up.
All along the way, she could feel the icy stare from behind, as if an invisible hand was clutching her heart.
The ambulance stopped at the hospital.
Xia Zhisu jumped out of the vehicle, only to see the hospital entrance cordoned off with police tape.
Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance, flanked by two rows of black-clad men.
