章 331: From the Blood on the Back of His Hand, Ji Nuan Could Guess...

Mo Jingshen's eyes were dark and indifferent, but under his placid, indifferent stare, Su Zhilan felt a chill rise from under her feet and spread from the bottom up to her whole body.

As soon as Ji Nuan saw him, the indifferent smile immediately disappeared from her face. "You… why did you leave your ward?!"

"Jingshen…" After not seeing him for several years, Su Zhilan finally saw him standing in front of her instead of seeing him through the financial news. Her composure, which she had maintained before, was broken. Her eyes were glued to him.

He was dressed in a light blue hospital gown, and his peerlessly handsome face was visibly pale, but the coldness in his eyes was almost oozing out, and his dark eyes were looking at her calmly as if she was a stranger to him.