The driver still couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror. He was bewildered. Why was the Eldest Young Master wrapped up so tightly?
"Eldest Young Master, is this…?"
Mo Nanjue's eyes darkened, and Tong Ran quickly held his hand. She lifted her head, "I accidentally fell at the banquet earlier; my nose got swollen. I don't want anyone to see it."
The driver was shocked, never expecting the Eldest Young Master to do such a thing, "Then… should we call a doctor?"
"No need, I'll just apply a hot compress when we get back. Drive faster."
Tong Ran said and tightened her grip on the man's hand. Mo Nanjue turned his face, glaring at her fiercely. Couldn't this woman find another excuse?!
Tong Ran turned her face away, almost unable to hold back her laughter.
