Iron Hand's gaze was heavy as he glanced at her, seemingly too lazy to say another word. He firmly brushed off her hand from his body, but then turned around to pick up her luggage and strode out of the hospital ward first.
What's the meaning of this? Trying to act cool?!
Standing in the middle of the ward, Ai Lun rubbed her arm where he had slapped it, staring blankly at his retreating figure and muttering to herself.
"Zhan Se, tell me, is this guy so happy he's gone dumb? Ouch... that was a strong slap! It's killing me!"
Situations like this were completely beyond Zhan Se's expectations.
To be honest, she didn't understand Iron Hand, the man. His thoughts were too deeply hidden, and no ordinary person could see through him. Even Lord Quan the Fourth, who had boasted to know him well, claimed the night before that this was a perfect 'kill three birds with one stone' plan in front of her.
And the result? It turned out like this.