Zhou Xian obviously thought of it as well, so he didn't say much.
Everyone's living on the edge, licking blood off the knife's edge. No one's life is easier than anyone else's. Like him, he just narrowly escaped an assassination attempt.
So there's no extra energy to sympathize with others.
While chaos ensued on Jun Mochan's side, Ye Ranran's situation wasn't any easier.
Early in the morning, she took Ye Tianjing and hurried to Mr. Gu's place.
"Sorry, General, you were frightened. Are you hurt? Have you seen a doctor?" Even before getting close, Ye Ranran's voice came through.
"Why the pretense, madam?" Mr. Gu slammed the cup down on the table heavily.
Ye Ranran looked confused, her eyebrows slightly raised, adding a hint of sharpness: "I don't understand what you mean, General."
"You don't understand? Madam, you just suspected yesterday that the security here was poor, and something happened that very night. Isn't that too much of a coincidence?"
