When Daisy heard the voice, she pushed the door into the room and said, "Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo."

Mo Shaoting's hand was holding hard on the sofa. "No, it's all right."

Daisy took out the medicine in a side box, poured out two, let him swallow it, and poured another glass of water.

Mo Shaoting sat on the sofa for a long time before he felt better about his headache.

"Mr. Mo, you can't go on like this any longer. If you keep thinking about Miss Leng, it's really bad for your health. Maybe it's good for you to have Miss Leng back with you. It's good for your health....