The hospital room was dead silent, as if Chiang Yu and Zhang Yufeng had turned to stone, even their breathing was faint.
After a long while, the pale-faced Chiang Yu swallowed hard, seemingly trying to regain some warmth.
"You're saying... the mastermind behind all this is Nan Yang?" he asked again uncertainly.
An Yiqing nodded, her red lips tightly pressed, her pretty face cold.
