Chapter 228: That sick bastard!
"Flynn?" Lanni was clearly not expecting to see him any time soon or ever. "What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Germany?"
The man grinned devilishly and looked down at her. "It turns out, your memory is quite better than expected."
Lanni pursed her lips and glared at him. "Is that meant to be some kind of joke? It’s not funny."
"Ah... you can lose your memory but old habits die hard, don’t they? You still have your golden birdie claws out—as defensive as ever." His lips twitched into a smirk.
Lanni really wanted to strangle him. She would beat him up if he wasn’t a hundred times more skilled in fighting than she was. Why was this guy always mocking her whenever he had the chance? "What are you doing here?"
"To check up on you." He said matter-of-factly, earning an eye roll from Lanni but he continued anyway, "I heard you regained your memory."
"Most of it." Lanni answered because with his abilities, he would still find out even if she hid it from him.
As expected, the man snickered. "What a waste of time, effort and brains."
Lanni’s brows knitted into a frown. "What the hell do you mean?"
"Don’t you know?" The man languidly leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette and a lighter. Lanni grabbed them and walked to a trash bin at the side, then shoved the cigarette and lighter into the bin, shooting him a glare. "This is a hospital. Couldn’t you restrain your annoying smoking habits a bit?"
"So what if it’s a hospital?" He laughed tauntingly.