At this moment, Bo Yimo was resting, sitting on a recliner with his long legs crossed, exuding a powerful presence, naturally intimidating.
No matter how many times Li Xin looked, she still felt a bit intimidated.
If possible, she really had no desire to talk to Young Master Mo, not having the courage at all.
But now the situation was urgent, so there was no choice but to muster the courage.
Li Xin, bracing herself, approached him, "Young Master Mo, my sister has a fever, could you take her…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Bo Yimo, who had been calm, suddenly stood up.
By the time Li Xin reacted, Bo Yimo was already out of sight.
She wanted to follow, but Little Nine stopped her.
Li Xin turned back, angrily saying, "Let go of me, my sister needs me."
Little Nine glanced at her, "Don't cause more trouble. With my Young Master here, what do you need to do? Can you drive? Or can you carry the young mistress… Miss Tong?"
