Qing Yi glanced at Jun Moyan's phone call log and realized that Wen Xiao'ai, besides calling Shangguan Yu and him, had also called herself and Jun Wuchen.
But Jun Wuchen's call hadn't been connected. It was so late; he must have been asleep.
When Jun Moyan calls tomorrow to ask, it will still have to be covered up.
After all, this time, the third young master isn't suffering from a simple minor injury. This time, the outlook is bleak...
The more Qing Yi thought about it, the more anxious she became.
The door to the room was forcefully opened, and Shangguan Yu's shadow followed as he rushed in.
His eyes immediately landed on Jun Moyan lying on the bed with a layer of black blood pasted on his back.
Shangguan Yu's heart skipped a beat and he swiftly approached the bedside.
"Don't touch him."
Wen Xiao'ai immediately spoke out to stop Shangguan Yu from reaching for Jun Moyan.
