Mo Shichen watched her smiling face and did not deny it. After a moment of silence, he said, "I won't stay in the hospital. I'll go back with you."
Wen Yi saw that he was quite serious and laughed irresistibly, tilting her head, "I never knew before that Young Master Mo's mental resilience was so fragile. You got over a plane crash... is such a minor accident really worth fussing over? Besides, do you think everyone is like you, drunk driving in the snow at two in the morning?"
She thought that someone like him, even if he went through a hail of bullets, would not have any psychological shadow.
He looked at her with a calm and tranquil voice, "It doesn't matter how I am, but you are different."
Wen Yi pursed her lips and only after a while did she avert her gaze from him, "It was your driver who was driving. Whether you accompany me or not, he will be the one driving... You are not Jesus or God to bless your followers. Just stay in the hospital and rest, okay?"
