I analyzed seriously, "You and Yan Hua… um, you colluded to fake death, why actually slash Lin Hang?? Little Brother Hang was cut quite badly~"
Lin Hang had knife wounds that needed over a hundred stitches from me.
Any ordinary person would have likely gone into shock from blood loss, or just died instantly.
It was all thanks to Lin Hang's blood-stopping sorcery that he managed to hold on; if it was a ruse, it was too much.
"Regarding my fake death, your grandma wasn't informed." Lin Huan held his hands on his knees, his aura heavy and gloomy.
I swallowed hard, realizing things were far more complex than I had imagined.
Lin Huan's emotions fluctuated, and he started to cough, "Cough cough cough~"
"Drink some water, Grandpa." I poured Lin Huan a cup of warm tea.
After he drank it, soothing his throat and stopping his cough, I continued to press, "What exactly happened?"
