"Mom…"
Su Yahui, who was busy with taking selfies on her phone raised her head to look up at the source of voice.
"What's up with that soft voice?" She scoffed as looked at Mo Yuhan, "It gives me creeps," she mumbled under her breath.
Her face was pale and there were dark circles in her. At first glance, one would be able to say that she was sick.
But the moment she opened her venomous mouth, no one would be able to bring themselves too pity her.
Mo Yuhan pursed his lips but did not say anything.
Looking at Tang Li who was standing besides Mo Yuhan, something clicked in her mind as she glanced at Mo Jia, "Where are my clothes and the rest of the things that I had with me?"
Since she was wearing her hospital gown right now, so they must have kept her things securely.
Mo Jia walked towards the cabinet in the corner of the VIP room before opening it, "What do you need?" she asked, with her poker face.
