Nie Jing left behind a cold and lonely figure and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Mo Junxie reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She suddenly opened her eyes, with suppressed anger in her dark eyes.

His eyebrows suddenly furrowed and he said in a low voice: "Don't look at me like that, I don't care who your friend is. People like this who are making trouble for no reason deserve to be alone for the rest of their lives."

"Mo Junxie..." She called him softly, not as angry as he imagined.

He hummed slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Let me go, I'm fine." She struggled to get up.

But there was a lot of blood on the back, how could it be okay?

He hugged her tightly, and regardless of whether there were many people around him looking at him, he buried his face deeply into her shoulder and gave a strong order: "Don't move."

At this time, Bai Xinrou, who recovered from the shock, walked quickly, knelt down, glanced at Mo Junxie first, and then looked at his daughter.

"Quickly, take Kuanger back to the room. Master, please show Kuanger his injuries."

Although he was right in front of them, no one was in the mood to ask in detail who the man in front of them was.

The meal ended in an unhappy state.

The room where Ye Zhikuang was carried back to by Mo Junxie.

After entering the room, Mo Junxie rejected everyone, including Bai Xinrou.

This made Ye Haitian's impression of him even worse.

Ye Haitian refused to leave and had a head-on conflict with Mo Junxie.

"Who are you? Why did you enter my daughter's room and kick us out?" Ye Haitian shouted angrily with a cold face.

Mo Junxie lowered his head and asked Ye Zhikuang: "Your father, you can handle it yourself."

She really wanted to faint completely. What does "your father, you can handle it yourself" mean?

If you don't come out, if you don't poke this hole, if you don't let them out, how can my father be so angry?

Mo Junxie's words really made Ye Zhikuang turn pale with anger.

But there was a burst of pain coming from the small hole in my back.

Ye Zhikuang raised his hand feebly, and Bai Xinrou came over, held Ye Zhikuang's cold hand and asked: "Kuan'er, what's wrong?"

"Mom, please go out first. Don't worry, he can heal my injury." Ye Zhikuang said.

But Ye Haitian was determined to stay, and even if Ye Zhikuang personally persuaded him, he would never leave.

Bai Chenxiao saw Ye Zhikuang's face getting paler and frowned, then walked in from the outside and advised: "How about I stay? This master, what do you think?"

If Ye Zhikuang's injury continues to wear out, it will be detrimental to her.

Mo Junxie looked back at Bai Chenxiao, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, he thought for a moment, and then nodded gently.

Bai Xinrou then took Ye Haitian's hand again and advised: "Master, stop making trouble, Kuang'er's wound is very deep, if not treated in time... ugh..."

Seeing Ye Haitian's stern face, he looked like "I won't go out even if you try to persuade me".

Bai Xinrou rolled her eyes, raised her hands to support her waist, frowned, bent over and said, "Master, I feel sore."

Seeing her painful expression, Ye Haitian remembered that Bai Xinrou himself was injured.

He immediately reached out to support her and said worriedly: "The wound must be open. Go back to the room quickly and have a look."

Ye Haitian and Bai Xinrou quickly left the room.

But Ye Haitian had just walked out of the room.

Bai Xinrou regained her composure and replied: "I'm not in pain anymore. Let's wait here. I don't want to be arrogant."
Chapter completed!