You're called ruan Yingluo Mengmeng?

"Mrs. Li, come back quickly. It's not a place you can go in-"

The Guard's anxious voice interrupted the man and woman in the laboratory, who were looking down at the petri dish.

Hearing the noise outside, the man looked up, and his cold black eyes darkened.

The next moment, Bo Hanyuan walked out of the laboratory quickly. His cold glare made the guards who were chasing behind shiver in fear. They covered their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.

He looked at ruan Mengmeng, his dark eyes cold as ice. "Who let you in, Yingluo? get out!"

The man's voice was low and hoarse, with an undisguisable threat.

Bo Hanyuan's facial features were deep and handsome, but his eyes were so cold, like a real ice blade.

Ruan Mengmeng realized that compared to the Bo Hanyuan she had met at the ball, the man in front of her now had a hint of suppressed nervousness in his cold and emotionless eyes.

He was afraid that she would appear.