The phrase "the lingering spirit" had completely confirmed their guess.
Madam and Young Master Qi had an extraordinary relationship. Now, Young Master Qi was protecting her silently!
It wasn't easy to persevere for five years. If one thought about it carefully, who could imagine the sacrifice and price of facing 40 to 50 assassinations by professional killers in these five years?
If Madam knew about this, how would she feel?
Out of all the "love rivals" or "third parties" in Master's eyes, Qi Mohan was the only one he cared about the most.
Now, it was even more so.
When the door opened, Yuan Sichun and Fang Fang were still standing at the door. When they saw Bo Jinchuan and Yu Song, they rushed into the room without hesitation.
The temperature outside was normal. Yuan Sichun's sweat had fallen, but the sweat that seeped into her wounds still hurt.
"Brother Bo."
Yuan Sichun endured the pain and fear and shouted softly.