The group turned their heads abruptly and saw Gu Moqian pushing open the bedroom door, stepping out with Ye Cheng standing behind him.
The man, with his sharp black short hair, was dressed in light beige loungewear, the top two buttons of his shirt casually undone, and the faint outline of gauze on his shoulder partially visible.
Even with such casual attire after an injury, Gu Moqian's innate aura of refinement remained unmistakable. At this moment, his gaze toward Nan Huiru was turbulent, clearly displeased by her appearance.
He strode to Ji Wei's side and wrapped his uninjured arm around her waist, holding her securely by his side.
"Who told you to come?" Gu Moqian's piercing eyes swept to Nan Huiru, his voice carrying suppressed anger.
Nan Huiru's expression froze for a moment, but she thickened her skin and stepped forward to Gu Moqian. "Mo Qian, I heard you got shot. Are you all right? Let Mom have a look..."
