Bei Shuo gave Mu Ci acupuncture at night, and Mu Ci could sense his acupuncture points even more strongly this time.
This time, he did not sleep. He pulled Bei Shuo over to chat with him.
Bei Shuo knelt at the head of the bed and hesitated.
Mu Ci reached out and touched her head. "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Bei Shuo thought for a moment before saying, "Can you tell me more about your family? Something doesn't feel right to me."
Mu Ci's eyes were bright as he looked at Bei Shuo. "Who do you think is strange? What do you feel is wrong? It doesn't matter. Tell me and I'll answer you one by one."
Bei Shuo tilted her head. "For example, your mother doesn't seem to like you very much."
Mu Ci's eyes darkened.
