Su Nuanwen watched Fang Mujin's nervous and anxious appearance slowing down. At present, she was in a trance. This kind of caring from her heart did not seem to be false.

"What happened? Are there any injuries? Fang Mujin looked at her strange eyes and asked with a worried face.

"No... No injuries..."

"I... I'm fine!"

Fang Mujin took one of her hands around her neck, bent down and picked up people and strode home.

She did not speak all the way, but looked at Fang Mujin holding her face very bad, there are fine sweat beads on her forehead, should be just in a hurry sweat.

"Why are you...