The maid's voice caught Ji Wei's attention, and as she turned her head, her gaze met Mo Qian's deep, ink-black eyes.
Before Ji Wei could act, Zhu Jianian hurried forward toward Mo Qian, eagerly asking, "Mo Qian, I heard you were injured a few days ago. How's your health? Earlier in the front hall, there were too many people, and I didn't get the chance to ask…"
Before Zhu Jianian could finish her sentence, she was silenced by the sharp, blade-like gaze Mo Qian shot her way. Her face went pale, and she dared not take another step closer.
"Mo Qian, are you still angry with me? I know I was wrong; please don't push me away like this, as if I'm a thousand miles beneath you." Zhu Jianian pleaded pitifully.
"Have I not told you to stop showing up in front of me? Did you treat my words like the wind passing your ears?"
