The gossip reporters, upon finding out which ward Yan Xinxin was in, rushed over without any regard for the fact that this was a hospital.
However, just as they were about to swarm into the room, they saw Young Master Mo Chuxi, the top elite of Ancheng, stepping out of the ward.
Dashing and refined, aloof and noble.
Just one look at Mo Chuxi's icy, emotionless face made every single one of them sensibly lower their cameras, their faces awkward but still polite with forced smiles.
"Young… Master Mo."
Mo Chuxi narrowed his cold, dangerous eyes and took two steps forward, causing the reporters to hurriedly back up in unison.
"Who gave you permission to come here and harass the patients?"
He asked, his deep voice carrying displeasure, his chilling gaze making the reporters shiver.
"Sorry, Young Master Mo, our apologies for disturbing you! We… we must have come to the wrong place!"
