Xu Shu was taken aback for a moment, but fortunately his mental resilience was strong, and at this time he could barely maintain some composure.
"Breaking the law, if you really go out and kill someone, for the rest of your life, whenever you have an injury, I can only treat you through iron bars, and I'd need to apply for permission. It's troublesome."
"Locked up, huh?"
Then how would he take care of Xiao Yao.
"Forget it, it's not worth it."
Mo Tingshen leaned back on the couch again, tilting his head back, staring blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.
He suddenly...
didn't know what to do anymore.
When Chu Yao woke up, how was he going to let out this breath of anger for her so she wouldn't be mad?
"Do you have any injuries on your back?" Xu Shu asked.
Mo Tingshen was clearly awake with his eyes open, but seemed to have dozed off just like that, breathing so lightly it was almost imperceptible.
