Yan Xinxin was dazedly listening when Mo Chuxi's tall and handsome figure stepped into the room from the doorway.
Nurse Ye glanced at Mo Chuxi, her cheeks flushing red, then turned around and quickly exited.
Yan Xinxin stared blankly at Mo Chuxi walking toward her, while the chatter of the nurses discussing him still echoed in her mind.
A broken neck?
A ruined face?
Does that mean disfigured?
She gazed at him in disbelief, her heart skipping erratically.
This man—could he really be so ruthless?
What exactly had happened back at the villa when he stayed alone with Mu Qianshui and Mu Shaoqian?
"Mo Chuxi, I have a question for you."
"I have a question for you too."
Mo Chuxi retorted as he stepped closer to the hospital bed, his deep gaze locking onto hers.
"What do you think is the most important thing for a woman?"
Yan Xinxin froze.
His eyes looked particularly serious and intent.
What is most important for a woman?
