Bai Xiaolin's soft peaks and perky buttocks were perfect to the extreme, and her pencil-thin legs, straight out of a manga heroine, were enchantingly unrealistic.
Bai Man was a femme fatale who killed without owing a soul, while Bai Xiaolin was the future goddess who killed without owing a soul.
While Su Fan was still earnestly admiring Bai Xiaolin, the sweet, youthful voice of the beautiful girl, much like that of a warbling oriole, suddenly snapped Su Fan's attention back.
"You're lying! You're lying!"
"You quack! How could my mother... how could she have no vital signs anymore!"
"You quack! I don't want you treating my mother anymore! Go away, get away from here!"
At that moment, Bai Xiaolin almost completely broke down.
She took out her cell phone, wanting to call another hospital.
But her emotions were too agitated; she couldn't hold the phone steady, and it fell heavily to the ground.
