And his right hand, with a fractured bone, was still fixed across his chest with bandages. Underneath his black, short, and tousled hair, his handsome face was somewhat pale. He was wearing a hospital gown inside his coat, with traces of multiple layers of bandages slightly visible.
After all, he still had two serious lacerations on his chest and various other wounds, big and small, elsewhere on his body.
But even so, this did not affect his noble and indifferent temperament. It simply added a few touches of decadent imperfection, which paradoxically increased his rebellious sex appeal.
Mo Shiche walked straight toward the dining table where she was seated.
Luo Qiangwei was shocked for less than ten seconds, followed by an inexplicable anger. As the man approached, she already sneered coldly, "President Mo, you dare to get out of bed and move around directly after being seriously injured in a car accident just a week ago. Are you prepared to die out on the streets at any moment?"