What's Wrong With Your Hand (4)

Anhao finally opened her mouth before they entered the house.

"Is Qi Weiran awake?"

Zuo Hancheng glanced sideways at her." Whether she wakes up or not has nothing to do with you. You don't have to ask about this anymore.""

"Alright." Anhao's gaze was so calm that it didn't look like hers at all. At the same time, she looked at him.

Zuo Hancheng was dressed in black from the beginning to the end. He was wearing a black jacket, a black shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He was like the king of the Umbral Realm. He had suddenly swept her away from the traffic police station. He was so fast that she still did not know why.

However, what she was most concerned about now was whether Qi Weiran would die because of her.

Zuo Hancheng suddenly raised his hand and stroked her head gently as if to comfort her. It was as if he was trying to give her courage. Finally, he rested his hand on her shoulder.