She seems to be around twenty-three to twenty-five years old, Jia gauged as far as she could study the woman.
There was an oxygen mask on her face but even then Jia could conclude that the woman didn't really look similar to Mingshen.
She might not be his sister. But I cannot say for sure. Not like all siblings should resemble each other. Lihua and I don't for one.
His-
"It's bad manners to peek, sweety~" a dangerous, sexy voice whispered in her ears as he leaned his face beside her cheek.
Before Mingshen could say anything else, in a flash, Jia grabbed his collar, pushed him in the front, banging his back on the glass panel and pointed the tip of the scalpel on his neck.
"Only speak when I say so or lose your life," she narrowed her eyes.
