Upon hearing the cold laugh, Luo Shufan instantly became vigilant, his eyes extremely bright, and he saw Mo standing at the doorway, which gave him quite a shock.
"Don't worry, I won't call the doctor for you." Mo sneered as he walked into the hospital room, closing the door as he went. He glanced at Luo Shufan's arm, which was bleeding and had stained a large part of the bed sheet red, smiled noncommittally, and didn't say much more.
But Luo Shufan was extremely cautious; now, he was timid and cowardly.
Otherwise, why would he choose to commit suicide?
Choosing death is easy, but choosing to live is hard.
"Even if I don't tell, Luo Qianqian knows what you're doing now." Mo looked calmly at Luo Shufan, saw the astonishment on his face, and sneered contemptuously: "Hmph, you don't believe it? From the moment that knife cut your wrist, Luo Qianqian knew. The reason she hasn't shown up is simply because she respects you, and it's her way of giving up on herself."
