Shen Yufeng leaned against the backrest with the bearing of an injured person enjoying their leisure, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips—somewhat bewitching, a little sinister, but more of it was replaced by the mirth in his dark night eyes, which made him appear pitifully adorable and so innocent that it softened one's heart.
But An Xiaoyu knew that normally, Shen Yufeng was nothing like this.
God knows, the first time they met, he was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, willfully proud, and she even mistook him for a mob boss!
At that time, he was involved in a gunfight—how high-level was that!
But now, he had fallen to the point of resolving issues with the most primitive fists!
An Xiaoyu simply couldn't imagine it!
"Should we go to the hospital?" An Xiaoyu asked.
Before Shen Yufeng could speak, Mo Jinyu interjected.
"Hey, sister-in-law, do you take me for nothing?"