In this room, the passing time and the immobile staff formed a sharp contrast…
Luo Qiu let go of Zhao Ru's hand so that they could have a long talk.
Zhao Ru looked around, but she was not surprised. She even didn't feel a trace of pain from her wound on her stomach.
Maybe the sight in front of her caused her pain to be separated from her.
"The black card..." Zhao Ru said this after a long while.
Luo Qiu waved his hand and moved the doctor who was holding the scalpel; he sat at the edge of the bed, "It's what one of my employees gave you. And that employee,..."
Luo Qiu suddenly stopped and shook his head, "Is having fun now."
"Having fun?"
Luo Qiu calmly said, "Just a personal interest… It has nothing to do with you."
Zhao Ru didn't understand. She just subconsciously nodded... But what surprised her was that this man with a mask in front of her made her feel peaceful.
But also crazy.
