"You're awake. Get up." Shen Lang's long, curled lashes lifted slightly, her tone cold.
Wang Meng's vision gradually cleared, focusing on the two people before him.
His pupils constricted. He blurted out,
"...Shen Lang?!"
But when his gaze fell upon the noble man standing to the side, he froze, his eyes flickering wildly!
"..." Seeing this, Yun Mo's long lashes lowered. He moved his fingertips, somewhat bored, his voice low and magnetic. "What, you don't recognize me?"
'How could I not recognize him!'
Wang Meng's heart hammered in his chest; he nearly passed out again.
This man before him was the big boss of Xingming, someone he feared and dared not provoke.
He suddenly remembered that day.
Waking up on a cold laboratory table, his eyes pierced by the clinical white light...
"You..."
He trembled and didn't dare say another word.
He didn't know why he had woken up again.
