381 surgeries, each one earning tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands. In this calculation, haven't you earned enough money?
It's just a bit exhausting.
I wonder, does the Young Master feel any pity for Young Master An?
Li Qin still held Chen An's wallet. He glanced at it, then stuffed it into his pocket, frowning slightly as he pondered this question.
He believed there would be some.
But apparently, the answer was no.
Because...
Meanwhile—
Inside the Five-star Hotel.
The lights in the room were all turned off, leaving only a small orange-yellow lamp near the bedside. Its mist-like glow enveloped the room, rendering the woman's fair face into a dazed allure.
Tong Ran's rosy lips parted slightly, her hands clinging to the man's back, leaving red streaks. She couldn't help the stimulation, "Ah..."
Their clothes were scattered on the floor, but they weren't removed.
It was obvious they were torn away.
