The hit she had given him earlier was unexpectedly hard, causing Mo Qishen's lower lip to swell and bleed.
"It doesn't hurt, not in the slightest," Mo Qishen said, with an indifferent expression on his face.
Ni Yang asked, "Does it really not hurt? Do you need to stop the bleeding? Or perhaps relieve the poison?"
"No need, no need," Mo Qishen nonchalantly said, "Let's go, our mom is already waiting for us downstairs."
"Are you sure you're alright?" Ni Yang was still slightly worried.
"I'm really alright."
Mo Qishen held on to Ni Yang's wrist and guided her downstairs.
Downstairs in the restaurant, everyone was gathered.
Madam Mo's eyes, expressionless and still, travelled back and forth between the two before settling on Mo Qishen's lips, a smile hidden in her gaze.
Mo Hudie curiously asked, "Little Uncle, what happened to your mouth?"
Hearing this, everyone looked towards Mo Qishen.
Mo Baichuan's face darkened immediately.
Was Ni Yang purposely provoking him?
