"I'm well enough to run out in such a hurry." As soon as Mu Jiyun stepped into the living room, his cold voice sounded slowly. Mu Shiyun was alone pouring fresh tea into the cup slowly. On the cold Junyan, he could not see whether his words came from caring or mocking. But whatever his real meaning was, it was impossible to listen to Mu Jiyun's ears without affection.

"Don't you always care? So what's the difference between good and bad for you? Mu Jiyun's tone is as cold as this. Nobody mentioned to him the condition of his operation, so until now he did not know that Mu Shijie...