Ning Yiyuan's apartment was very close to this place, so they came here first.
Mo Yang placed Little Chu on the big bed. Looking at her pale face, his heart could not help but ache.
"Zhong Wen," Ning Yiyuan called out in a low voice and gave him a look.
Zhong Wen nodded in understanding.
They had heard of the style of the Zhou Auction House. Although Mo Chu had escaped unscathed from the inside, he might have been injected with some drug. The sooner she was examined, the better.
By the time he had finished preparing the examination tools, Mo Chu was already lying on the bed, deep asleep. She had been working hard the entire day. Now that she had finally relaxed, her sleepiness naturally surged into her head.
Mo Yang moved aside slightly, but his eyes were still fixed on Mo Chu, as if she would disappear from his line of sight if he was not careful.
Zhong Wen's actions were very fast. It only took him an hour to complete all the tests.
