"Ah Yao will marry into our Mo Family in the future. Doesn't your conscience hurt to use her like this, elder brother?"
"Hurt, my heart is almost aching to death!!!"
Mo Yuanlin said ambiguously, then closed his eyes and leaned heavily against the carriage wall.
Seeing this, Mo Zhaozhao was momentarily stunned, then gritted her teeth in anger. Listen to what elder brother is saying—it's just like arguing for the sake of it.
He doesn't look like someone with a guilty conscience at all.
Humph, elder brother is really...
"By the way, you haven't said, how are Miss Yun's injuries? Is it serious, Imperial Sister?"
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at her.
Mo Zhaozhao pouted, saying, "Tsk, is elder brother asking out of genuine concern for Ah Yao, or is he planning to use it as a pretext again?"
Hearing this, Mo Yuanlin couldn't help but laugh angrily.
"Heh, Imperial Sister might as well say, I'm just asking a question, what pretext could it serve?"
