Xu Xia's voice was stern and full of rage, but Leng Zirui just wore an amused expression, completely unfazed.
Seeing his demeanor, Xu Xia grew even more furious. She stepped forward and grabbed Leng Zirui's T-shirt. "Leng Zirui, I order you right now, give me back my driving license, or else I will..."
Leng Zirui glanced down at her hand, "Let go, you're wrinkling my new T-shirt!"
"It's yours? No, it's mine, and I'll grab it however I like!" Xu Xia shouted.
Leng Zirui glanced sideways behind her, his face showing a puzzled expression, "Mo Mo, why did you come out?!"
Xu Xia was startled and hurriedly pulled back her hand, stepped back two paces, adjusted her expression, and then turned around to look.
The door to the inner room of the ward was tightly closed, where was the figure of Luo Jun?
This bastard, he actually deceived her?!
