บท 71: [070] The Last Supper_1

"You had stomach pains and spat blood this morning? And you still dare to eat hotpot?!" Shen Mo's face darkened, showing signs of a headache.

An Yeran was dipping a piece of meat, and suddenly being reminded of her condition made her drop it.

"Cough cough, how did you know?!"

The young man walked into the room, hanging up his phone.

"Zhao Jie told me." Shen Mo sat down and turned his head to look at Lu Xiu, "Your sister spat blood, and you didn't stop her?"

The teenager with chestnut-colored hair smiled slightly, "The doctor said it was okay. Let her eat if she wants, Shen Mo, you don't need to fuss so much."

The dark-eyed teenager frowned slightly, looking coldly at Lu Xiu, "What do you mean by that?"

Lu Xiu chuckled lightly, squinting his eyes, the corners of his lips raising into a slight curve, "Are you still not sure what I mean?"

Shen Mo stood up, his hands hanging on his sides, clenched into fists.