Mo Xiuchen looked towards the door with his deep, dark eyes. The door was sound-proof. Even if Wen Ran was awake outside, if he kept his voice down in the study, she wouldn't hear anything.
His voice sounded a bit lost, which was unusual for him. "Dad, I don't feel any discomfort. I just made a little mistake last night. I don't know if that counts as unusual."
Mo Xiuchen somewhat believed what Fu Jingyi had told him on the phone last time, but he was also somewhat skeptical.
"What mistake?"
Gu Yan was very tense.
Because he was worried. Mo Xiuchen was willing to trade his own health for Ranran's. Such love was rare in this world.
Despite having lived for so many years, he had come across few men like Mo Xiuchen who would lay down their lives for the one they loved. But his daughter Ranran had found such a man.
He didn't know whether to feel proud or heartbroken.
