In the room, the atmosphere was somewhat cold.
Cheng Leyi stared intently into Fang Cheng's eyes, trying to find a clue.
But those deep eyes held nothing but confusion and curiosity.
She had to look away, shaking her head:
"It's nothing, just asking casually. Our team dealt with a case there back then, so it's still fresh in my memory."
Listening to Cheng Leyi's explanation, Fang Cheng nodded slightly and said nothing further.
He then turned around and patted Lin Xuhao's shoulder:
"Alright, Brother Hao, try getting up and moving around."
"Ah, so soon?"
Lin Xuhao sprang from the bed as if pardoned.
Standing on the ground, he first twisted his neck, then swung his left arm widely.
A series of crisp "crack" sounds came from his shoulder joint.
"Whew—"
Lin Xuhao exhaled deeply, his face filled with delight:
"Awesome! So awesome! Brother Fang, your hands are practically immortal hands. My left side feels as light as a feather now, with no soreness at all!"
