The woman was dressed in a fiery red cheongsam, sitting cross-legged on a chair, her slit running alarmingly high, up to the very root of her thigh, exposing her pale legs to the air, a sight overwhelmingly beautiful.
Her upper body was just as explosively voluptuous, with a deep V-neckline revealing two semi-circular mounds and a deep cleavage, above which half a tattoo was visible.
It was a delicately blooming black rose.
The woman's face was stunningly beautiful.
Yet there was a palpable sense of lethality about her.
It was none other than Lin Qianjiao, whom Su Fan had saved the night before.
"Well, Divine Doctor Su, are you surprised to see me?"
Lin Qianjiao smiled at Su Fan.
Ravishingly beautiful.
"Such a beautiful woman."
"Doctor Su, do you know her?"
The young nurse asked Su Fan curiously.
Su Fan remained silent with a cold expression on his face.
He had a premonition that Lin Qianjiao's arrival here spelled nothing good.
