As soon as he heard that Xiao Yebai was back, Mo Weiyi lost interest in anyone else and immediately got up, leaning on his crutch, "Xiaobai."
Xiao Yebai walked in.
He was wearing a handmade black suit, underneath, a spotless white shirt, and a neatly tied dark tie. The spectacles on his handsome face added to his charm...
At first glance, he was scholarly and steady, with an inherent indifference and aloofness.
Even the gauze on his forehead couldn't hide the fact that he was a handsome man.
Qu Yunyao's eyes were shining as she watched him, her cheeks flushing pink.
"What happened? Yiyi's foot is injured, and now Yebai… his forehead is also injured?" Xu Jing asked.
The Mo family patriarch gave an embarrassed cough and left without saying a word, leaning on his crutch.
Xiao Yebai nodded slightly at the two guests, didn't say anything, and helped Mo Weiyi to follow.
Xu Jing stood there, feeling slightly awkward.
