"She went abroad?"
Mo Xiuchen's gaze suddenly turned sharp, and a chilling aura emanated from him.
The bodyguard's heart trembled, and he persisted, hardening his scalp, "Yes, young master."
Mo Xiuchen eyed them, knowing that asking further would yield no more information. Now, only when Lu Zhiyan arrived would these two bodyguards, who were loyal to Mo Jingteng, reveal the truth.
With this in mind, his cold lips curved, and his half-closed eyes emitted a warning, "You better be telling the truth."
After speaking, Mo Xiuchen turned and walked away. Behind him, Ah Cheng's weak voice came, "Young master, won't you wait for the old master to come out of the surgery room?"
Mo Xiuchen did not turn back; his tall figure quickly disappeared at the stairway elevator door.
"Ah Cheng, do you think the old master might not wake up this time after repeatedly being angered to unconsciousness by the young master?"