Qiao Muyun paused for a moment, and when the nurse left, he suddenly crushed the entire pack of cigarettes, then raised his eyes, throwing the ink-green flames angrily toward the opposite target.
"Clang!" A soft sound as he raised his hand, skillfully catching the object thrown at him. Qiao Junlie picked up the crushed pack of cigarettes, looked at it, his eyes full of anguish and anger. It was an indescribable feeling, stuck in his throat, like suffocating, so uncomfortable he wished he could just die.
Meanwhile, a woman in a light purple professional outfit hurried over.
"Qiao Junlie!" Zhou Yanhong called softly. Then she walked to his side.
Qiao Junlie glanced at her sideways, without speaking, his face solemn and gloomy. Afterward, he slowly walked to the opposite side, standing three steps away; not out of fear that Qiao Muyun might hit him again, but because he needed to know some things.
The blue eyes emitted a pained brilliance. Still staring directly at Qiao Muyun.
