Specialists filed out in succession, but as soon as the door to the ward closed, a loud 'bang' was heard...
"Hey, you stinker, where do you think you're running off to?" Shu Shuang, with her thick-skinned audacity, simply pushed the door open, glaring at Wei Liao with a fierce shout. Wei Liao found the situation bizarre—how did she catch up? Impossible, he was sure she hadn't followed...
Bizarre indeed!
The two of them, staring with wide eyes at each other.
And Lian Qiao, who had followed Shu Shuang and arrived just behind her, stood quietly by the door, motionless for quite some time.
She had already heard Xing Liehuo's voice.
Honestly, his voice was not easily forgotten after just one listen. Fire King of Hell's voice was that particularly distinctive male voice—direct, decisive, domineering, and magnetic, and upon close listening, somewhat sexy. Actually, when talking in private, his voice was even sexier, especially when he called her name in bed...
