Si Mingjing sat quietly to the side, sorting through the medical kit. Her eyes were downcast, and she keenly reduced her presence as if she had guessed something. She suddenly made to run, intending to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
Mo Yinhe's eyes were cold as ice. His once excellent mood had vanished into thin air due to Ye Shen's well-intentioned but misguided actions. A well of anger boiled within him like magma before a volcanic eruption. He didn't wish to harm an innocent bystander either, so he lazily nudged his chin, allowing her to leave.
Thereafter, with regal composure, he uttered, "Asheng... ah..."
Hearing this, Ye Shen nearly knelt in fright!
Every time his brother solemnly called him, "Asheng... ah..." it heralded a great disaster!
