What qualifications do you have?

"Lin ... Hanxing?"

Gong Chen, who was in a daze, woke up for a short while and saw Lin Hanxing in black.

He was looking down at her with cold eyes.

It was as if he was looking at a dead object.

"It's me."

The air pressure around Lin Hanxing was extremely low, and even the words he said were covered in ice.

She walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed the inner fan open. A strong wind formed a convection current from the outside, blowing Lin Hanxing's long hair away and scattering the smell of alcohol in the room!

"Still not awake?"

Lin Hanxing turned around from the floor-to-ceiling window.

Like a Rakshasa of the night, he gave off an endless pressure.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

Gong Chen's expression turned ugly.

Lin Hanxing did not speak, half of his face was immersed in the light.

It was clearly destroyed.

"Xi Bao!"

Just as the atmosphere was in a stalemate, Lin Hanxing said two words to the door.