In the past, Xu Youyou did not cry, did not laugh, and did not speak. Her expression was dull, and her eyes were lifeless. She was like a walking corpse.
Xu Jialu was really worried that Xu Youyou would revert to her old self.
Mo Shenbai's eyes were filled with worry as he glanced at the young woman in the hall. At this moment, it was as though there was a huge cloud of gloom hanging above her head, and it was raining heavily down on her. He did not know when the dark clouds would disperse or when the rain would stop or when the bright smile would return to her delicate face.
"As long as I'm around, I won't let her revert to what she used to be like," Mo Shenbai said determinedly. He would not allow her to go back to how she was before.
Xu Jialu took a deep breath before changing the topic. "Can you let me handle the matter with the Lin family?"
