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The door to the hospital room was pushed open.
Young Master Mo's tall figure entered, exuding the aura of a king ruling over all. This domineering presence made Mira, who was sitting by the bedside, leap to her feet in fright!
"Mo... Young Master Mo?"
She stammered, trembling with fear.
Mo Chuxi's cold, piercing eyes glinted like sharp blades. His thin, peach-colored lips moved slightly.
"The argument outside was so loud, yet you seem so calm."
"..."
"Still pretending?"
Mo Chuxi's sharp gaze settled on Mu Qianshui, who was lying in the bed. A low chuckle escaped from his perfectly straight nose.
"For someone who's been unconscious for an entire day and night, your complexion looks rather good."
As he spoke, he elegantly stepped forward with one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, moving to the bedside.
"Lady Mu's acting skills are truly improving. Next time you play the role of a corpse, it'll surely be extraordinary."
