Mo Hexuan tossed a sugar cube into the coffee, slowly stirring the dark brown liquid in front of him without speaking.
Chu Xiaoyu looked at the man's thin face before her and sighed softly in her heart, "If you don't tell me the reason, how can I help you?"
Mo Hexuan's fingers paused slightly as he lifted his head to glance at Chu Xiaoyu, "You want to help me?"
Chu Xiaoyu smiled bitterly, "Seeing you like this, I really feel bad."
Mo Hexuan's lips curled into a mocking sneer, "You're still as compassionate as ever."
"Yes. And you're still so sharp-tongued." Chu Xiaoyu shook her head helplessly, "So, can you tell me what's wrong with you? Or…" Chu Xiaoyu paused, looking at Mo Hexuan, "Is there something wrong with your health?"
Mo Hexuan didn't answer, taking a sip of his coffee instead, "What exactly do you want to say?"
