The girl shoved the woman against the wall before she walked around the table to her brother, "Are you okay, Bro Mo?", Rong Xinghe asked worriedly, placing her hand upon his hand, over his torsal area.
The man simply nodded with a groan, pointing at his office desk. The girl understood the man's signal and pulled the drawer open, picking out a painkiller tablet from it. As she passed him the glass of water, her eyes landed upon the lit-up TV screen next to the rumpled He Chen.
In a moment, she understood what had infuriated her bro Mo so much. About fifteen sneakily clicked pictures, from profuse distance clearly, completely giving away hers and her darling's identity, were being presented over the screen. As if it were some archaeological exhibition from ages ago.
Mo Zixuan waited for his breathing to get back to normalcy before he glanced at his sister. He could tell she was feeling angered by it all, but the damage had already been done.
