Moreover, Mo Yunye only remembered that he had gone to see Fei Yuge. As for what had happened between him and Fei Yuge, he had no idea. Moreover, every time he thought of this, he would feel a sharp pain in his brain. He could not recall anything useful at all.
Thinking that he would still dream of Fei Yuge tonight, Mo Yunye felt an uncontrollable sense of frustration. He looked at the butler coldly and said, "Tomorrow morning, don't let me meet Fei Yuge again. Ask Qingxue to come over tomorrow morning. You can leave first."
The butler saw that Mo Yunye's expression was still very painful, but he had no choice but to leave obediently.
Mo Yunye closed his eyes in frustration. He raised his hand and rubbed his glabella. His palm supported the side of his face, forcing himself not to fall asleep.
Just as he was resting in peace, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
