The atmosphere changed again.
No one spoke, but no one left.
Standing outside the clinic, one tall and one short, the height difference was so familiar.
Sang nuo suddenly felt a little guilty for some reason.
He was the only one who knew what he was guilty about.
An Xiaoyang never asked him to take off his helmet, nor did she mention this matter. How could a normal person do this? Was she already suspecting his identity?
Santos lowered his head and glanced at the injury on his arm.
He smiled bitterly.
It was only a matter of time.
When he showed up in the apartment in his real body, she would find out sooner or later. Maybe she would see her arm the moment she came up.
Sang nuo thought about it for a while. No one knew what he was thinking about, but in the end, he let out a long sigh of relief.
An Xiaoyang looked at him as if she had sensed something.