His mouth had been struck; speaking was no longer effortless for him, and he would hiss with pain after uttering just a few words.
It truly hurt.
Mistress?
Yan Zao, standing in the courtyard, heard Liu Xiaoqiang's address for Lan Mu and almost laughed aloud.
She was very curious to see Lan Mu's expression at that moment.
Liu Xiaoqiang, one hand covering the side of his mouth that had been hit, the other pointing at Lan Mu, cursed and ranted all the way home.
It wasn't until he had entered his house and his figure had disappeared that Lan Mu withdrew his murderous gaze and looked at Yuanjing, "Does he often come looking for your sister?"
Then he bent down to pick up the flowers he had dropped on the ground earlier; a few petals lay on the ground. Lan Mu quickly checked the bouquet in his hands—it was still intact. He sighed in relief and, worried about dust on the flowers, he gently blew on them.
Every move he made was meticulous.
