"If you really consider me a good friend, don't lie to me." Moses gazed deeply into Mu Yunting's face. "Because the answer to this question is very important to me."
Yesterday, he was too worried and anxious to think much. It wasn't until he lay in bed, watching Yu Yao donate his blood, that he realized something was amiss.
If, as Yu Yao said, Mu Yunting wasn't familiar with her, how could he know her blood type? Recalling the scene when the two had met before, Moses couldn't help but think more about it.
Moreover, when he arrived at the hospital today, the nurses seemed very familiar with Yu Yao, further deepening his suspicion.
Mu Yunting walked over to the corner of the hallway and sat down on a plastic chair meant for resting.
"Let's sit and talk!"
Moses lowered himself, taking a seat opposite him, lifting his pair of eyes to look at Mu Yunting, waiting for his answer.
