Bai Zhiyao was on an IV drip.
Mo Xingyuan stood guard beside her, a stoic general from an ancient tale protecting his cherished lady.
The sight brought a sigh of relief from Su Li.
All that mattered was that Mo Xingyuan himself wasn't the one in trouble.
“Miss Su,” Bai Zhiyao called out, her voice soft.
Mo Xingyuan turned his head.
Su Li said nothing, her expression blank. She spared them a single
















