Trotsky, who had fainted from anger, was eventually rushed to the hospital by his team.
As for Mu Jinyu, she had no good feelings about him and knew he wasn't in any real danger. Naturally, she didn't lift a finger to help him.
Stepping out of the western restaurant and watching the ambulance drive away, Mu Jinyu curled her lip and muttered, "Tch, inviting me to dinner and then playing dead to skip out on the bill."
Gu Xiyan, at a loss for words, said, "It was clearly you who angered him into sickness, okay?"
"Me, anger him? He's the one who insisted on being stubborn. That's hardly my fault," Mu Jinyu retorted with dissatisfaction.
Gu Xiyan, upon hearing this and recalling Trotsky's comically frantic and then fainting figure, couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
The smile was fleeting, and Gu Xiyan quickly resumed her serious tone, "By the way, speaking of your Divine Silkworm and Divine Silkworm Silk, how much do you still have?"
