Preparing for surgery

"Who let you in? Get the hell out of here!" The man's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at a certain spot without any focus. He let out a lion-like roar.

Xu Anran was startled, she walked in and closed the door.

"It's me." She said lightly.

Because of this voice, Guan Jingyi's originally imposing and oppressive aura, or more accurately, because of the owner of the voice, instantly weakened by a lot.

"An An?"

Guan Jingyi softly called her name.

Xu Anran did not answer, she only stepped on a pair of flat shoes and approached Guan Jingyi. Looking at the hair in front of his slightly wet forehead, she said: "At this time, what are you trying to do?

The tone of his reprimanding tone was very clear.

"I can do it myself. I don't need other people's help." Guan Jingyi raised his chin, and said without showing any weakness.