C2580 The Real Identity of the Boss

"I forgot to ask you last night, how did your hand change like that? Could I see it again?" Yao Ziyan's eyes sparkled with a familiar glimmer, reminiscent of Yueling, whom Lo Chuan hadn't seen in a long time. He flexed his fingers, relieved they weren't broken.

Lo Chuan was about to massage his wrist when Yao Ziyan snatched his hand back. "Let me have another look," she pleaded