After some thought, she turned around, deciding she would ask the children about Li Hanxian later.
There was no need to ask him directly, because that would be somewhat awkward.
Besides, he probably... didn't want to see her anyway.
But who knew that upon looking up, she would see the man leaning on the corridor's handrail, his cool phoenix eyes devoid of warmth, his face seemingly frosted over. A bandage was wrapped around his head, and he appeared pale, but the voice he let out was as cold as a knife, "Since you're here, why not come in?"
Rong Shengsheng was stunned. Hadn't they said that the Li family was already handling Li Hanxian's funeral arrangements?
How could he be standing here, alive and kicking?
Had she been deceived?
She gave a faint smile, "I came... to thank you for saving my life, thank you..."
Truth be told, Li Hanxian had saved her many times as well...
