Gu Siting turned his head to look at the room and saw that Ming Yao's arm had been slashed; his expression immediately changed.
He strode over and pushed Mother Mu away, "What are you doing?"
Gu Siting's jaw was tightly clenched, and his eyes were covered with a layer of threatening cold frost, his entire body exuding a chill that made people shiver without feeling cold.
Mother Mu was so intimidated by Gu Siting's aura that she hung her head and was too frightened to utter another word.
Gu Siting looked at Ming Yao with deep, dark eyes, "Don't worry, no one will hurt you again, you rest assured to treat Chengjin!"
Being gazed at with such a profound and trusting look, an unusual surge of emotion welled up in Ming Yao's chest.
No wonder Tyrant Gu, despite his not-so-great temper, was still swarmed by a bevy of women.
Sometimes, he truly was charming.
"Young Master Mu will be fine, as long as..."
Ming Yao hadn't finished speaking when Mu Chengjin suddenly woke up on the bed.
