Mo Ran shook his head, "No! If I were in danger, would you just stand by and watch?"
"Of course not!"
"That’s right, you wouldn’t ignore , and I wouldn’t ignore you. My feelings are the sa as yours."
Gu Yixuan knew it would be hard to persuade her; the only thing he could do was to protect himself as best he could, and to protect her as well."
Embracing Mo Ran tightly, he was filled with emotion.
"Ranran, this ti, it was really close. Mo Yan was right, we should be grateful to your alma mater."
"Yes, we really should thank them."
Mo Ran didn’t take it too seriously; she thought Gu Yixuan was just saying it offhandedly.
It was only later that she found out that Gu Yixuan truly expressed his gratitude to her alma mater; he even had a building repaired for them, and this matter was publicized for a long ti throughout W City.
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The people who had attacked them were all in the hospital, and Gu Yixuan had soone stand guard outside, ready to interrogate them at any mont.
Although he had a rough idea of who was after them, he still wanted to confirm it personally.
That way, he could also ensure the evidence was irrefutable.
After staying with Mo Ran in the hospital for two days and ensuring she was okay to go ho to recuperate, he took her back to the villa.
Outside the villa, n had already been placed to secretly protect them. For the next while, he would need to carry out a big clean-up and stay on his guard for a few days.
Sitting in the study, Gu Yixuan turned on the computer and connected with the United States; imdiately, a video call window popped up on the screen.
In the video, there was a blue-eyed, black-haired, handso mixed-race man. He sat in a leather swivel chair and smiled faintly at him.
"Gu, it’s been a while. I thought I would never hear from you in this lifeti. What a pity you’ve run into trouble."
When Gu Yixuan left the United States, he had told him that he wanted to live a normal life. He wouldn’t contact him unless he had troubles he couldn’t resolve on his own.
Gu Yixuan rested his arms on the desk, his hands crossed under his chin, and did not imdiately state his request.
"Huo En, there hasn’t been much news about you lately. Has the bullet moved?"
The man in the video didn’t seem to mind the remark, and he laughed nonchalantly.
"Yes, the doctors say the bullet has moved to a dangerous area and I must undergo surgery imdiately. Gu, this might be our last conversation. Soon, I will be eting God."
"Don’t say that; there might be a miracle."
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