Feng Liyan was fuming with anger as she strode towards Jun Moyan, who was sitting at the desk.
Jun Moyan paused what he was doing, looked up at Feng Liyan, and said, "I rushed over as quickly as I could last night, and I did give a prior warning..."
"Don’t give that! Fastest speed, my ass. What, did you rush over to collect a corpse?! Luckily, that fool is fine, or you’d be screwed!"
Jun Moyan knew Feng Liyan’s intention was for Bai Yi’s sake, even though she was aggressive, there was no malice. Besides, Feng Liyan wasn’t very fond of him to begin with, so it was already fortunate she didn’t use this opportunity to start a fight.
"How is Bai Yi?"
"How is he? There was blood all over the place, and he’s got two bloody holes in him, how do you think he is?!" Feng Liyan was getting furious just thinking about it and wished to pierce two holes in Jun Moyan too. But if she did, the Little Princess would scratch her.
"...Thank you for last night."
"Who needs your thanks? I saved Bai Yi and it has nothing to do with you! Don’t put a feather in your cap. I’m telling you, this is the last ti. If you ever send Bai Yi on such dangerous tasks again, I’ll shave you into a stick figure."
"What’s a stick figure?" Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but ask from the side.
"What does a kid need to know so much for? You ungrateful brat, did you just tip him off?"
Wen Xiao’ai pouted, "I did not."
"You say you didn’t, but I saw it. If I ca a little later, you’d have locked the door to keep out."
"I said no, so no—I an, Bai Yi got hurt, Jun Moyan didn’t an it, you can’t bla him. He said he rushed over as quickly as he could last night. Plus, he didn’t even rest last night and only ca back this morning."
"You’re heartbroken ’cause he didn’t rest all night? I stayed up all night with Bai Yi, and why don’t you feel sorry for ?"
"Who says I don’t? It hurts so much," Wen Xiao’ai’s little face scrunched up, imdiately putting on a look of distress.
Feng Liyan wanted to roll her eyes, "You stick to your Jun Moyan, you little ungrateful."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
"Hey, Feng Liyan, wait, there’s more," Wen Xiao’ai hurried out from the desk.
Feng Liyan stopped, recalling that Wen Xiao’ai seed to actually have sothing else to discuss.
"What, does his family have another leg to be treated?"
Feng Liyan glanced at Jun Moyan and then looked at Wen Xiao’ai, really not wanting to look at him any longer.
Who told him to kick her out of the room last ti...
"I don’t have ti for that."
"No, no, it’s another thing."
"What is it?" Feng Liyan asked, puzzled, because Wen Xiao’ai had ntioned it was related to Jun Moyan, so she instinctively looked at him.
Jun Moyan subtly raised his hand, flipped over the paper under his hand, and pushed it forward.
"Do you recognize this thing?" Jun Moyan asked.
Feng Liyan moved her gaze from Jun Moyan’s face, looking down indifferently at the table in front of her.
However, the mont her eyes fell upon the pattern on the paper, her pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes widened, with the calmness in her eyes quickly giving way to turbulence as if she’d seen sothing inconceivable.
She was stunned for a mont, her eyes continuously scanning the paper, as if trying to confirm whether she was mistaken.
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