"I…" Zhu Hongyan lowered her head guiltily, "Actually, Mr. Quan makes sense, I don't want you to take risks anymore, and you did vomit severely last night, I'm worried…"
Mu Yin pursed her lips and in the end said nothing, "Give me the phone for a moment, please."
Now that it had come to this, she could only finish the affairs in the Imperial Capital first, and then return to Yangcheng to find Yingying—even if what awaited her was a cold, lifeless body or ashes in a box.
"Oh." Zhu Hongyan handed over the phone, watching as she swiftly typed a line of text and sent it, unable to help asking, "Young Master, don't you trust Mr. Quan?"
"An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure." After sending the message, Mu Yin deleted it and handed the phone back to her.
"I just think he's too cautious, as if he can think of everything without leaving any loopholes." From her performance just a moment ago, Zhu Hongyan also felt that something was off.
