A hint of suspicion flickered in his eyes as he looked at the girl's lips and slowly retracted his hand.
A shadow seemed to flash past the hospital room door.
No one in the room noticed.
The man withdrew his hand and continued to stare at the girl for quite some time.
His cold and thin lips parted slightly, "Zhuyue, I'm sorry."
The man quickly left the hospital room.
Just as he stepped into the elevator, a seemingly ordinary man followed closely behind.
"How is it going?" The two men stood one in the front and one in the back, with Mo Xingyuan in front initiating the conversation.
The man behind him slightly bowed his neck with respect, "Ms. Mu has moved into Ronghua Apartment."
"Ronghua Apartment?"
Mo Xingyuan quickly thought of something, the corners of his thin lips faintly curling.
That woman really is kind-hearted to the very end, helpful to the utmost.
Ronghua Apartment, isn't that the very place where that woman once lived.
It is indeed a fairly safe place.
