Lu Hai hadn't expected that Mo Heng... had silently done so much. She looked towards Pei Qin, now, Pei Qin would have to consider marrying Mo Heng, right?
The color drained from Pei Qin's face, changing several times. She didn't speak, feeling indescribably complex inside.
"Our young master is sick! He fell ill right after you left!" Feng Wei said coldly, glaring at her with angry eyes.
Upon hearing of Mo Heng's illness, Pei Qin hurried back, "What illness?"
Feng Wei kept silent. Lovesickness! Madness! For such a cruel and heartless woman, the young master was... seriously ill!
Pei Qin hastened inside and saw Mo Heng slumped over the desk, catching his breath and looking frighteningly pale, "Mo Heng!?"
Mo Heng quickly turned his head, seeing her return, withdrew his arm from the desk, and sat up straight. His voice was hoarse as he spoke, "I won't force you."
Pei Qin looked at him.
