That night, Li Jiaqi silently kept vigil outside in the corridor.
Through the corridor, she saw the surgery room tightly closed, with nurses occasionally going in and out.
Yan Xiruo cried until she was almost a tearful mess. Ha, her feelings for He Yingdong are truly deep.
She turned around, holding her head, pacing back and forth.
"Do you want a cigarette?"
A deep male voice came from behind.
Li Jiaqi turned her head and saw a tall and handsome man standing behind her.
Although the man was well-dressed, the skin on his neck exposed a tattoo of a dragon...
He was very handsome, with a hint of roguishness. His features were a mix of Chinese and Japanese, his skin a sexy bronze color, and his eyes were deep and bright. He wore silver snake-shaped earrings.
He wore Martin boots, his trench coat unfastened, sleeves slightly rolled up, with tattoos faintly visible on his strong arms.
A bit further away, a large number of henchmen stood at the hospital's entrance.
