They had long since parted ways.
The short-haired woman who visits his villa is the one who should be taking care of him.
Mu Yunshen and Yan Chu arrived almost simultaneously.
Luo Qiangwei briefly explained the situation, to which Mu Yunshen responded indifferently, "Hmm, he's been having acute rhinitis lately, a bit overheated."
After he spoke, he bent down, gently grasped Mo Shiche's shoulder, and whispered in his ear with a very low voice, "Shiche, can you stand up? I'll take you back, okay?"
Mo Shiche slowly opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and hazy, but he immediately stood up when he saw the other two people standing in front of him.
He took off the towel; the nosebleed had mostly stopped. He replied faintly, "Hmm."
"Then we'll trouble Mr. Mu to take Mr. Mo back," Yan Chu said with a slight smile, wrapping his arm around Luo Qiangwei's shoulder, "Weiwei, let's go."
Mo Shiche's gaze turned slightly dim, but his expression remained indifferent.
