"Are you all right, you're all right?"

Song Weiqing glanced at Huo Qiao for a moment, determined that he was not in any way harmful, and his drooping eyes flashed a trace of surprise. How is

possible?

Hawthorne was badly injured at that time. Even in his coat, he could still smell the faint smell of blood.

It's only a few days since Hawthorne left the villa. How could he recover so quickly?

What happened to Huo Miao during this period?

Song Weiqing had thousands of questions in her mind, so she asked prickly, "Xiao, why did you leave the villa without saying a word? Even if Huo Zheng finds...