บท 235: A Ghost

Fatty was changing his clothes when he accidentally kicked the trash can over.

"I'm sorry! It wasn't intentional," Fatty wore his clothes crookedly and said.

Lan Anran turned her attention to the trash can. There were actually bloodstained gloves and gauze inside?

What exactly was Lan Tingyi doing?

Lan Tingyi, who was focused on suturing inside, didn't hear anything. He covered the corpse, packed his things, and walked out.

Lan Anran and Fatty hid under the bed when they heard the noise.

When Lan Tingyi entered, he first threw his gloves in the trash can and started to wash some utensils. Lan Anran hid below and couldn't see clearly, she only knew that Lan Tingyi was washing things.

After half an hour, Lan Tingyi cleaned up and turned off the lights to sleep.

"Boss, my legs are numb!"

Fatty grumbled softly.

"Shh, don't talk! Get out slowly!"

Lan Anran spoke softly and crept out from under the bed.