Are you afraid that I will give you to her?

Mo Xiuchen wanted to lighten the mood, hoping Ranran wouldn't be so upset.

However, his feigned casualness only made Wen Ran sadder when she heard that Mo Jingteng had hired an assassin to shoot at Mo Xiuchen outside the hospital doors, and her eyes immediately reddened.

"Ranran."

Mo Xiuchen felt a tightness in his chest and softly called out.

Wen Ran pursed her lips, glanced at the crystal chandelier above her head, then lowered her eyes, staring at the gauze on his arm, "What about the assassin?"

"In prison."

"And Mo Jingteng?"

"He died ten days ago."

After the failed attempt to have him killed, Mo Jingteng had died.

Upon hearing of Mo Jingteng's death, Wen Ran couldn't help but frown, "How could he die so easily?"

After all he had done to Mo Xiuchen, to die like that, it seemed he got off too lightly.