"But, Qin Yu's condition isn't right now!" Wen Bichen's face was full of conflict.
"Madam Mo, if Mr. Qin doesn't go in, both Miss Nangong and Miss Mo will die!"
"This..." Wen Bichen grit her teeth, and deciding to take a gamble on a dead horse as if it were alive, "A'Chuan, move aside!"
Chen Yuanchuan moved aside, a complex expression on his face as he watched Qin Yu, with a spear sticking out of his shoulder, walk into Mo Yuqi's boudoir.
With a bang, the purple sandalwood door was kicked into smithereens by Qin Yu. Chen Yuanchuan's mouth twitched painfully as he muttered, "You little brat, be gentle, that's purple sandalwood!"
Unfortunately, Qin Yu couldn't understand what he was saying. His eyes bloodshot, Qin Yu walked to Mo Yuqi's bedside.
With a thud, he knelt on one knee, shakily raising his hand to caress Mo Yuqi's cheek.
