About the topic created by Xuan Ling and Chuxia to drive Mu Keren out of the entertainment circle, Mu Keren didn't know even the slightest bit of information.
Because of her injured hand, Huang Qingtian didn't let her get out of bed, and even eating had to be done under his feeding.
"Huang Qingtian, it's my hand that's hurt, not my feet!" Mu Keren had protested more than a few times already.
But each time, the answer she received was still Huang Qingtian's disregard.
Just like how she had just stretched her feet out of the bedding, wanting to go to the bathroom. Huang Qingtian, who was sitting by the side handling matters on his iPad, intercepted her feet first, and quickly held her in his arms.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"My feet are fine; I can walk by myself!" Mu Keren grabbed onto Huang Qingtian's collar with one hand, a bit tangled up.
But her words seemed as if unheard by Huang Qingtian, who still asked with a stern face, "Where do you want to go?"
