The root of the disaster has been buried

Outside the door.

"Discharged?"

Holy hand was still holding a cup of black coffee in his hand. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Alright, as long as she's happy."

At this stage, nothing was more important than the patient's own happiness.

As he spoke, sacred hands took a sip of coffee and agreed.

Bai Xi appeared silently and reported the news from uncle Jin to her.

Lin Hanxing looked out of the window. His face was expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The more she looked like this, the more sacred hands felt a chill run down his back.

Ever since song Chenxi's incident, Lin Hanxing had calmed down day by day. However, everyone knew that this was just a sign of the storm.

The longer he suppressed it, the more terrifying it would be when it exploded!

"I know."

"I don't know what kind of beautiful dream the second Princess Consort is having right now!"

Bai Xi sneered.