Chapter 187 _1

Mo Shiche's movements halted, and he indeed stopped moving.

Mu Yunshen became even angrier at the sight, dragging Mo Shiche to the rest area and firmly seating him, ordering an assistant to find the hotel's medical room.

He looked down and let out a cold, mocking laugh, "What's this, cherishing him so much after just a few days? Did you injure your hand declaring your love, or was it Luo Qiangwei who smashed it with a glass?"

Mo Shiche's face remained emotionless, "Are you showing concern for me?"

"…" Mu Yunshen's handsome face stiffened slightly before he laughed even colder, "If I felt pity for you, I'd be inhuman. I'd rather pity a beggar than you!"

At that moment, the assistant arrived with a doctor, who busied themselves with cleaning Mo Shiche's wound using tools.

Because much time had passed, the glass shards had already stuck to the flesh, and removing them with tweezers was going to be very... painful.