Sitting on the sofa, Ye Jiuliang took the cup handed by Li Mochan and took a few sips.
"Anuo, why are you frowning like that, worried about Achen?" Ji Mingqian saw Gu Xinuo's absent-minded look and a teasing smile hooked at the corner of his lips.
"Don't worry, the headquarters pharmacy has plenty of medicine, that injury is a piece of cake for Achen."
Gu Xinuo gave him a glare, "Shut up."
Ji Mingqian shrugged his shoulders and turned his eyes toward Ye Jiuliang, "Ajiu, why haven't you said anything?"
On the way back, she was also silent and seemed to be in a state of distraction.
"Did you notice anything unusual?" Li Mochan took the empty cup from her hand, a glint of profound meaning passing through his insightful ink-black eyes.
Ye Jiuliang looked up at him, a faint smile curling the corners of her lips.
Indeed, nothing could be hidden from her family's Li Mochan.
She said softly, "Mo Lingling is up to something."
