On this day, Mo Yuntian was peeling fruit in the ward. Su Xinyan eyes followed the fruit knife in his hand.
Mo Yuntian was scared by her serious strength. Afraid that she would not be able to think, Mo Yuntian put away the fruit knife and asked cautiously," Xinyan, what are you thinking?"
Mo Yuntian tone was as careful as a precious piece of porcelain.
Over the past few days, he and Tong Le had treated Su Xinyan like this. They were afraid that something would provoke her. Su Xinyan could not think of doing something stupid.
Just like now, when they left, they would take away all the sharp weapons in the ward so as not to Su Xinyan anything wrong while they were away.
Hearing Mo Yuntian's words, Su Xinyan looked at him calmly. Then, he grabbed his arm and begged Mo Yuntian," Yun Tian,
