"There was a little accident." Mu Lingqian paused for a second and said, "Don't let her run around, that old undying at home, once he knows she's here, he'll definitely come chasing after her. I don't want him to know about Xiangyang's existence."
"Younger brother…"
"I'm hanging up now."
Before Mu Chaoyang could finish speaking, Mu Lingqian finished his sentence and hung up the phone.
In the darkness of the night, Mu Lingqian turned around, looking in the direction of Wen Xiangyang's room, the darkness staining, his gaze under the pitch-black night sky appeared exceedingly profound.
Wen Xiangyang did not know who Han Mo, she encountered, was. She merely thought of Han Mo as a strange woman. With Mu Lingqian staying at home all day accompanying her and cooking various foods to nourish her body, her health gradually recovered, her face also gained a bit of flesh, and her complexion became much rosier.