Is it a trick of desperation?

  Isn't it right to not make things difficult for a girl?

  She immediately became sensitive to Xia Yu Xuan's words.

  Nangong Duchen is intentionally making things difficult for her...

  She smiled lightly. "Trouble Xuan Shao to help me pass a message to him. Mu Zhi Tai will accompany him to the end."

  Empty and desolate.

  "Ducheng, it's not good for you to make things difficult for a girl." Xia Yu Xuan lazily leaned on the sofa, sipping red wine.

  Surprisingly, there wasn't a single hostess in their private room today.

  Nangong Duchen took a light sip of the red wine in his cup, "She said she would see it through to the end."

  He swirled the liquor in his highball glass with a "whatever" expression.

  "Dú Chén, you don't think those flower boys in school are easy to deal with, do you?" Xià Huīxuān's gaze turned to Nángōng Dúchén, "How about we make a bet? If she comes unscathed, I'll take your surname."

  Nangong Duchen glanced at Xia Yuxuan lightly and said, "You won't have fallen for her, will you?"

  The words fell, and the door of the private room was opened.

  A disheveled figure appeared before the three people.

  She was panting, leaning against the door with a somewhat vacant expression, her face covered in sweat. Her clothes were disheveled, with obvious signs of being torn apart. A thread of blood still clung to the corner of her mouth, and her face was swollen as well.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Du Chen, look what you've done to Xuan's younger sister..." Mu Haoyu shook his head, still smiling.

  Mo Zhi splashed a few steps with difficulty, but finally couldn't stand firm and fell to the ground.

  Everything went black before her eyes, and she fainted to the ground.

  The maid outside saw her fall to the ground and calmly sent her to the empty medical room.

  Until Mu Zhiyu was carried away, Mu Haoyu gradually looked towards Nan Gong Dudou, who had no reaction.

  "Duan Chen, even if you don't like that beauty, you can leave her to me. You shouldn't always be guarding your treasure Qingluo either. After so many years, isn't there still no news at all?" Mu Haoyu teased.

  Nangong Duchen furrowed his brow, he didn't want to give up on Ling Qingluo...

  Moreover...

  He also promised her...

  After a long while, he put down the cup in his hand and said: "I'll go take a look at her."

  As I walked into the medical room, the faint smell of disinfectant immediately hit my nostrils. The person lying in front of me was frowning slightly, seemingly not sleeping very soundly.

  He helped her pull the quilt up, but accidentally touched her shoulder.

  She whispered softly, her eyebrows furrowed even tighter. Her delicate face was filled with pain.

  He looked at her in surprise, she was indeed seriously injured...

  "Master, this young lady is badly injured. Would you mind stepping outside for a moment? I need to dress her wounds now." A woman gently pushed open the door of the infirmary.

  The woman's gaze swept calmly towards Nangong Duochen beside Mu Ziyu.

  She doesn't seem to be captivated by Nan Gong Du Chen's appearance.

  He left temporarily after finishing speaking.

  More than ten minutes later, she woke up. The woman sitting next to her finally spoke: "Master, I thought you weren't going to wake up at all."

  She smoothed out her disheveled hair, "Xue, how did you get here?"

  The girl shrugged her shoulders, "No way, they told me you were injured, quite seriously, so I was directly blown over here." Yan Tingxue's voice sounded a bit helpless.

  "Master, you clearly know I have a lot of things to take care of, yet you still don't take good care of your own body. Are you intentionally trying to exhaust me to death? Master?"

  Yan Xue took out the first-aid kit and applied medicine for her. "Master, you got what was coming to you! You could have used 'Tidal' to force the Mu family to let you go, but no, you had to get hurt instead."

  Mo Zhi's smile was all he needed, no more words were necessary.