Mo Yuzhen didn't even look her way.
Madam Mo immediately stepped in, her voice taking on a pointedly gentle tone, as if nudging her son toward a certain conclusion. "Azhen, you should have seen Xinyue. She nearly collapsed from shock."
Jiang Xinyue wiped her tears dramatically, nodding as if confirming every word. "Yes, I was so worried for you, Brother Azhen… I prayed the whole way."
Mo Yuzhen's face remained unmoved, his expression cold and distant.
But Madam Mo wasn't done. She took a breath, smoothing her expression and shifted into the role she knew well—being a matchmaker.
"At least you're safe now. And starting today, Xinyue will stay by your side to take care of you. She's such a thoughtful girl… you'll heal faster with someone attentive by your side."
Before Mo Yuzhen could respond, she turned toward the young woman. "Xinyue, you'll stay with Azhen's side, won't you?"
