"Lili…"
Yu Linglong, who was administering acupuncture to Feng Qihe, seemed to hear those two syllables.
Her fingertips paused, her brows furrowed, and she stared at Feng Qihe still in a coma.
His thin lips moved slightly. He was indeed calling for something.
Yu Linglong leaned closer, and the sounds that spilled from between his lips became clear: "…Lili."
Her palm tensed in an instant.
If it weren't for Jinghong standing not far behind her, she would have been angry enough to raise her hand, and slap him hard several times!
However, this place belonged to Feng Qihe, and if she really hit him, his people would definitely seize her immediately and wait for him to wake up before punishing her severely.
Engaging in such a loss-making act wasn't something Yu Linglong would do.
"Lili…"
Yu Linglong continued with the acupuncture, but the calling was truly irritating.
It was torture for the ears!
Was Chu Qianli really that important to him?