If that's the case, what exactly does he want to do, and who is he working for?
Chi Ying looked at her as if deep in thought, wanting to say something more.
Just then, a light noise came from outside the door, and a handsome, upright figure walked in.
Bo Fengheng still wore a costly black cloak, the white diamond-studded shirt underneath evidently already changed, and lacked the crimson she had soiled. His face, cold and flawless, was expressionless, but his whole being radiated an intimidating chill and haughtiness.
As soon as he entered, the temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.
Chi Ying subconsciously stood up, feeling somewhat breathless.
Bo Fengheng looked at the frail and petite woman on the hospital bed, his eyes darkening slightly. With long strides, he walked straight over, glanced at Chi Ying first with a cold and unequivocal tone, "You, leave first."
"But..." Chi Ying took a breath, hesitating as he looked at Mu Yin.
