Huo Zhenyang held her hand, neither lightly nor heavily, pulling her back into his embrace, squinting his eyes slightly: "Are you threatening me, darling?"
She quickly changed to a sweet and innocent face, mixed with flattery, rubbing his chest: "Okay, okay, just tell me, please."
He never responded to force nor softness in this life, but he couldn't resist her coaxing. Finally, he looked toward Chu Xinyue and spoke: "Your heart surgery couldn't be done all this time because the blood bank was scarce. Suddenly there's a suitable and sufficient blood supply to proceed smoothly with the surgery, haven't you ever doubted it?"
Chu Xinyue and Jiayi were both stunned.
Chu Xinyue didn't speak for a long time, yet it felt as if lightning had struck in her heart.
Jiayi blurted out: "Are you saying Lan Yurou has the same blood type as Xinyue? Was Ya Chen with Lan Yurou because... her blood could be used for Xinyue's surgery?"
Huo Zhenyang shrugged, leaving it unanswered.
