Su Qingtian trembled all over, reaching out to grab his wrist, her movements were so abrupt that the medicine in the porcelain bowl spilled out, some splashed on the man's hand, but she couldn't care whether it scalded him, "Is it the Second Young Master? How is he now? Where is he?"
She had a simple mind and completely unguarded, a few words could easily get her to spill the truth.
Mo Beiyan's eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer, "It seems like Mo Nanjue really came last night?"
Su Qingtian froze, only then realizing what she had just said.
Mo Beiyan put down the bowl, his gaze fixed on her, "I guess, last night he was in your room, I don't know what you were doing, but what I do know is, when I wanted you, he didn't come out to stop me," he said as he leaned down, his hot breath pouring into Su Qingtian's ear, "Is this another reason why you crashed into a wall yesterday? Disheartened and hopeless?"
