Bei Shuo hadn't expected to be slapped in the face so quickly.
It was already 11 p.m. by the time she finished packing her things for school the next day. Mu Ci was still in the study and hadn't returned. Bei Shuo frowned. Mu Ci had a particularly bad habit of forgetting the time at night. He wouldn't go to sleep unless urged.
Just as she was about to go to the study to look for him, she saw Xiaoling running in frantically. "Young Madam, Young Madam, come quickly. Young Master Mu is in trouble!"
Bei Shuo's heart sank.
Mu Ci was leaning against the wheelchair with a pool of vomit beside him. Liu Ming was feeding him water.
Without another word, Bei Shuo placed her hand on Mu Ci's pulse.
Liu Ming glanced at Bei Shuo and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
A moment later, Bei Shuo heaved a sigh of relief. "It's alright! Uncle Liu, push Brother into the bedroom."
Liu Ming quickly agreed.
