บท 2057: Cut From The Same Cloth

Qian Yikun and Mo Fei looked at each other. The video was of the car disappearing around the corner. Nothing was surprising about it.

Nalan Chunbo lowered his head to look at Wen Shan. His pained expression was clear in Wen Shan's eyes.

Wen Shan took a deep breath and endured the pain of her head being torn apart. She shook her head slightly. "I'm fine. It's just—"

When her memory returned, it would tug violently at her head, but she still remembered that she did not faint.

Nalan Chunbo carried Wen Shan and stood up. "I'll send her to rest first. We'll talk later."

Mo Fei nodded and watched as Nalan Chunbo carried Wen Shan upstairs. "Look and learn—"

Qian Yikun was watching the video intently when he heard Mo Fei's words. He peered upstairs. "Have I been mistreating you? Do you want me to carry you like this too?"

Mo Fei, "…"

Then, forget it! She did not feel like she needed it anymore!