Whenever Mu Qian thinks about this woman being brought by him, he feels disgust and guardedness towards her, fearing she might harm his precious grandson someday.
Zhen Ji's face turned even paler, and Mr. Ding finally found a sense of presence, saying to Zhen Ji, "You are a brave girl, and Long Teng is lucky to have a girl like you."
Zhen Ji glanced at Mr. Ding with gratitude, gathering enough courage to speak up, but Mu Qian didn't give her a chance. "Stop talking nonsense and wasting my time, Mu Qian. My patience is limited."
Mu Qian raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist. The sky was about to light up, and things on Elder Lan's end should be almost concluded, with Nangong Ming on the way. As long as Long Teng doesn't die, the battle can be dragged out until he arrives.
He lowered his hand and then said to Mu Qian, "Let's go. By now, the surgery should be reaching its final stages, and Long Teng likely needs a large amount of blood replenishment."
