BANG!
Fu Xue pushed the door open, and a chill swept into the room.
Ling Mohan looked up, eyeing Fu Xue strangely: "Is it time?"
"Yes, I'm here to take you away." Fu Xue said expressionlessly.
Ling Mohan was startled, showing delight, and immediately got up from the ground: "Now?"
"You don't want to leave?" Fu Xue sneered, "Fine, you stay here, and I'll let you go a hundred years later."
Doctor Zhu, standing outside the door, was almost laughing madly: "Hey, Fu Xue, you're really interesting today."
Fu Xue ignored him.
Doctor Zhu continued to tease: "Fu Xue? Beauty Fu? Fu Fu? Xue Xue?"
Fu Xue's temples throbbed.
This guy was getting more and more improper, had he poisoned himself silly with too much research?
However, she had no time to deal with him now.
"I'll go!" Ling Mohan straightened up, glaring gloomily at Fu Xue. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tuck Gu Yingyue's severed finger into his chest.
