Jin Jumo took a deep breath, trying to calm her trembling heart. "Gu Yan, what happened to him?"
"Little Mo Mo, don't worry about me, I'm not in serious trouble, just got shot in the thigh, might be crippled, that's all. Really, it's fine," Gu Yan said, sounding particularly sorrowful.
Jin Jumo pressed her lips together, her hands weak, lightly pushing Rong Mochen, "I want to see Gu Yan."
"Wait a moment," Rong Mochen hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse.
"..." Jin Jumo then stopped moving.
The sound of something dragging on the carpet came to her ears.
A chill surged up Jin Jumo's spine, and she shrank into Rong Mochen's embrace.
"Ah... Ah..."
Fang Jingyi's panicked screams echoed through the villa, lingering for a long time.
Jin Jumo's body shook violently, her face deeply buried in Rong Mochen's chest, breathing rapidly, unable to utter a word.
"Don't be afraid." Rong Mochen held her tighter, gently kissing the top of her head.
