"Can't you understand human language?"
Xu Lin gave him a withering look, "I can understand human language, just not whatever you're saying."
The two had never gotten along.
If Fu Shilv had Tang Hui or An Qing by his side, he wouldn't have had to entrust Sheng Youxia to Xu Lin.
This place truly wasn't safe to stay for long, so Fu Shilv carried her out quickly.
Sheng Youxia's passport was gone, and she couldn't return for the time being.
Fu Shilv took her to a hotel, and Xu Lin even helped him open the door, not knowing what debt he owed him.
He walked straight to the large bed, placing Sheng Youxia in the center, and Fu Shilv did not immediately get up. His hands propped on either side of her, his gaze lingered on her pale little face.
Xu Lin leaned to one side and watched, "What would have happened if we had arrived later?"