Ji Wei lay on the bed, also startled, pressing the wound hard to bleed, to see clearly and wake up, it was really Wen Nuan who came in.
She frowned in pain, noticed by Mo Jing, who walked over, held her hand, and was about to ask something when Ji Wei shook her head to interrupt.
"I don't know what happened, but I saw you leaving in a hurry, so I followed because I was worried." Wen Nuan smiled awkwardly, trying hard to suppress the sourness rising in her heart. "Do you need any help?"
If Leng Yan's help was needed, she would be happy to act on his behalf.
Ji Wei's lips pursed tighter, she squeezed Mo Jing's hand, her almond eyes fixed on Mo Jing, and lightly shook her head. Mo Jing paused, immediately understanding: "No need, Madam Leng, please go back. Mr. Leng and I are fine here."
Ha!
Wen Nuan wanted to laugh, what kind of words were these? Telling her to leave, while letting her husband stay to care for his ex-girlfriend?
