At the small square beneath the Central Hospital.
Two equally handsome men facing off in the rain, their positions gradually becoming clear, one on the left, the other on the right.
Bai Xiaoyu spoke, "You're asking how she's doing? And what identity do you use to ask? Husband? Boyfriend? Enemy? Or perhaps a rapist?"
"!"
The eyes of the noble man turned frosty in an instant, shattering like ice, as his cold, knife-like gaze slashed towards Bai Xiaoyu, his demeanor arrogant.
"Bai Xiaoyu, and what identity are you using to question me? Brother? Or maybe a love rival?"
