C1008 Three Crematorium

A hot storm emerged from Zhan Hanjue's eyes. His handsome face was covered with a layer of frost, as if it would explode in the next moment.

"Young Master Jue, madam has lost a part of her memory. If she runs out so rashly now, what if paparazzi finds out..." Che was worried.

Zhan Hanjue's hostility did not decrease. He asked nurse, "How long did you make this call?"

nurse's lips moved