Feng Huai's question was really an eye-opener. If he hadn't asked this question, one couldn't even think of it and thought that this post owner was a passerby who saw Zhilan being taken to the operation room accidentally.
Ran Xueyi wondered why this was also the case, but she still didn't offer any answer.
Feng Huai noticed her silence and no longer spoke again. He let Ran Xueyi think silently in her own space without being disturbed.
Her expression was cold and calm, almost indifferent, looking as though she didn't see the post from his tablet just a minute ago.
The silent and gloomy atmosphere was almost suffocating inside the car and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of horns blaring from the road next to them and the sound of cars speeding through the asphalt streets.
Ran Xueyi finally retracted her gaze outside the window and looked at the tablet she tossed to the side, suddenly lowered her voice, and said to him:
