Hearing Shen Han's voice suddenly echo in the hospital room.
Stiffer than Su Shu's body was Jiang Meili.
The burning pain in her palm was nothing compared to the panic and discomfort she felt in her heart at that moment.
Looking down at Bai Qinghuan, who covered her face and wept silently, Jiang Meili suddenly felt that her usual cleverness now seemed foolish.
Really... she wished she could strangle her.
Shen Han's voice was wrapped in a chill so cold.
"Very good."
The man's words were just two words.
Very good.
Every word, as heavy as if a hammer struck the heart.
He said very good, but it was unclear whom he was addressing. In the hospital room, facing the scene before him, he merely curled his cold lips into a sneer and said it was very good?
Su Shu and Jiang Meili turned around at the same time, one in front of the other.
Shen Han's gaze was very cold, so cold that even Su Shu, standing beside him, felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees.
