"If you can truly cure her, then I'll admit defeat and won't play any tricks!"
Zhu Xiuli said with certainty, "Of course! If you can't cure her, it means you've lost!"
"My condition remains the same, you will come and be my bodyguard!"
"Hehe…" Mo Han chuckled lightly, which counted as an agreement.
He Chen, standing to one side, was clouded with confusion, not quite understanding what the two meant.
But his unconditional trust in Mo Han was strong; he knew Mister Mo would never harm Yumo, so he refrained from speaking out and instead gave his wife a firm look.
His eyes were filled with deep love, evident to anyone who saw.
At that moment, Zhao Yumo also lifted her head, her gaze meeting her husband's—her face flushed with a burst of rosy color, embarrassed before the eyes of others, wondering why Ah Chen was looking at her so affectionately.
She simply turned her head away and nodded to Mo Han, saying, "Mister Mo, I trust you, how should I cooperate?"
