When Mo Xiuchen arrived at the hospital room, the two bodyguards standing at the door caught sight of him and a flicker of worry crossed their eyes, seemingly afraid he would infuriate their master to death on the spot.
Yet the icy aura emanating from him intimidated them, preventing them from stopping him.
Mo Xiuchen's gaze merely swept over them indifferently before he pushed open the door and entered the room.
On the hospital bed, Mo Jingteng was lying flat, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. Hearing the door open, his eyes slowly moved and met Mo Xiuchen's deep and indifferent stare, which reignited his agitation.
"Mo Xiuchen, you..."
Mo Jingteng's speech was unclear, but the name "Mo Xiuchen" was pronounced very distinctly, even through gritted teeth.
Now, he suddenly regretted his original decision. Had he known that even an amnesiac Mo Xiuchen was so uncontrollable, and even more ruthless than before, he would never have targeted him.
