"You should know what I want," Xue Mei said as she pushed Lin Fei away, settling cross-legged on the sofa and fiddling with her set of purple sand pot tea utensils.
She knew, how could she not know?
But knowing was one thing, Lin Fei was somewhat at a loss.
He, Lin Fei, was never a pushover. To Xue Mei, a colder but also more enchanting blood-colored rose,
although he had great confidence in the medical conditions at the Hell's Judgement Organization's Manzhou Base. Unfortunately, Elder Wei was gravely injured, and Zhonghai was not very close to the Hell's Judgement Manzhou Base. Even though Elder Wei was taken there by helicopter, there were just too many uncertainties along the way.
Even if Elder Wei arrived safely, whether he could really be saved was a fifty-fifty bet.
More than a month had passed, and there was still no news from the Hell's Judgement Organization's Manzhou Base. This was why he, Lin Fei, had not rushed to Rose Manor to favor Xue Mei this entire month.