"Alright."
Mo Wen wanted to say something, but looking at his condition, he could only send Wu Hao to the hospital.
"Brother Chen, please be careful." Wu Hao held his injured hand and looked at Moh Yanchen with a pale face.
"Okay." Moh Yanchen turned around. Wang Chenghao had already parked the car beside him.
"What happened?"
"Let's move on first." Moh Yanchen got into the car and drove off.
Mo Wen drove the car and took a detour to go back. Wu Hao seemed to be deep in thought. He held his injured hand and lowered his head to scan the phone fragments that had fallen on the car.
"Mo Wen, quickly check if our system has been invaded by a virus. If not, it's safe to assume that something has happened to Mo Qiu. If my guess is right, the other party will start with him." Wu Hao's expression became more and more unsightly as he spoke.
