"Where do you want Lingling to go?"
A cold voice suddenly interrupted, and Ma Xiaoqiong looked up to see Yeh Mohan's figure walking in. She was so shocked she couldn't speak.
"Mohan... look, Ma Xiaoqiong has woken up, this is great!" Long Linger cheered happily.
Yeh Mohan lifted his head and gave Long Linger a very gentle smile, "Yes, this... is really surprising."
He turned around, looked at Ma Xiaoqiong, slowly squatted down, and held her hands, "Xiao Qiong, you must get better soon, don't worry us too much. The four of us are in this together."
At this moment, with his back to Long Linger, what he revealed to Ma Xiaoqiong was a cold, sinister gaze. His big hand seemed to be caressing her chin, but in reality, he subtly applied pressure. Ma Xiaoqiong, who had just regained consciousness, looked at Yeh Mohan in horror. She opened her mouth, too scared to remember what she wanted to say.
