On Friday afternoon, Tang Yue didn't have classes and had packed some stuff early to visit Mo Siyu.
She had been in touch with him over the phone during the past few days, but until she saw Mo Siyu with her own eyes, her heart couldn't settle.
Inside the car fleet, Tang Yue was already well-known, and everyone recognized her and let her go straight to the family building.
In the room, without Mo Siyu's presence, Tang Yue put down her things, and immediately huffed out. He had just been discharged and was already busy?
"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu's voice came from outside the door, his handsome face appeared before her, his forehead still covered with beads of sweat.
Tang Yue hurried forward, pulling open his clothes to check the wound that was still bandaged, making sure there was no blood seepage, she then said, "Uncle Mo, you're not the only one working at the fleet. Do you really need to work so hard?"
