Chapter 032: Why Are You Acting Like You're on Stimulants?

Slit wrists...

His hand clutching the cell phone almost deformed it, his voice plummeting to its coldest, "Ma Shan, send her to the hospital, I'll be right there."

"Mr. Mou, an ambulance has already been called and should arrive soon."

Mou Xigu abruptly ended the call, his long legs pivoting, taking him back into the living room.

There, Chi Huan had just finished arranging the roses when she saw the man's face, still fraught with hostility as he stepped in. She stood there, watching him pull at his tie, "Is something wrong?"

There was still a shadow of darkness in the man's eyes, as if forcefully suppressing something, his voice deep and hoarse, "There's an emergency at the company I need to handle," he closed his eyes for a moment, "I can't accompany you to look at rings today."

Chi Huan drew out a long "Oh," "It's okay, the company's business is more important, you should go."

Mou Xigu muttered an indifferent "Hmm," then turned swiftly and exited through the door.