It was just that look that made Lan Song, a stalwart man, instantly shudder.
"Lan Song, what can be said, and what cannot be said, do I really need to teach you how to say each sentence?"
Gu En has a very sweet voice, naturally suitable for singing. Her voice is quite enjoyable to hear, but at this moment, in the dark night with the cold wind blowing her words into Lan Song's ears, he couldn't dare to move a muscle out of fear.
At that moment, the only word in Lan Song's mind was: demon!
After answering the phone, Lan Li picked up He Teng from the military academy before going to the hospital. By the time they arrived at He Zhilan's hospital room, an hour had already passed. He Zhilan was already unconscious with an IV drip in her arm when they got there.
Looking at Zhilan whose face was as pale as paper lying in the hospital bed, He Teng stood aside with a heavy face, silent. Despite not saying a word or asking anything, his slightly clenched fist betrayed his inner feelings.
