Mo Shiche turned his head to look at the smiling woman on the large screen, his pupils contracting slightly. He quickly said, "She doesn't know I'm in the hospital."
"I sent her a message, saying you were feeling unwell due to after-effects of a car accident, and she replied with two words."
Mu Yunshen swiped his phone open and placed it in front of him—
The clear characters "Deserved it" jumped into his view.
Mo Shiche watched with an emotionless face and, after half a minute, looked away, "That's not her reply."
"It is her reply. I called her and told her you were in a private hospital, then she sent flowers," Mu Yunshen's lips curled into a smile, "No, to be precise, it was a white chrysanthemum wreath, specifically for the deceased. Should I have Liansu bring it to you to see?"
Mo Shiche still showed no expression but stubbornly insisted on denial, "Those weren't sent by her. How do you not know that Yan Chu, that gigolo, is behind this mischief?"
