When Yang Linglong walked out of the convalescent hospital, she was still incredulous.
After all, everyone knew that the rooms behind the First Hospital weren't just for anyone with money.
She quickly made her way to Lin Fan who sat underneath a century-old elm tree.
Her beautiful eyes were brimming with big question marks.
"How did you do it?"
"Is there a possibility that I'm a wealthy young master in the prime of life, forced to hide his identity?"
Leaning against the tree trunk, Lin Fan replied with a mysterious smile.
"Get lost, can't you be serious for once? How did you do it, spill the beans, there's a benefit for you."
Yang Linglong certainly didn't believe Lin Fan's nonsense.
That kind of story only happened in novels.
"Let me first see the benefit," he replied.
Upon hearing the word 'benefit,' Lin Fan couldn't help but recall the security corridor of the hospital.
That unobstructed whiteness was unforgettable for a lifetime.
