บท 162: Master Chef Tang

Mo Yuhan was stunned; he softly caressed her cheeks, "Lili…What happened? Did I hurt you?"

She opened her eyes, before shaking her head "My back was slammed into the… door when I got slapped."

She averted her gaze as soon as she said that and his gaze turned a few degrees colder. He closed his eyes to calm himself before he got to his feet.

Tang Li was lifted from the king-size bed as he wrapped her in his muscular arms included with the white blanket like exquisite sushi.

"Mo Yuhan, what are you doing?" Tang Li almost shrieked.

Who would not react as such when suddenly being carried and coddled like a dumpling? She was lying on the bed just a moment ago, and the man had carried her like this without a single word. She was shocked silly for an instant, alright?! Sigh!

"We're going to the hospital."

She leaned her head on his chest, ''It's just a small injury."