Her cries were louder with each wail, and Jian Chunhua silently etched the dialogue into her heart from inside a tent.
As soon as Su Mo returned to the villa, she hurriedly brewed a pot of Biluochun Tea. She had barely taken a sip when Lu Chen, seeing her disheveled state as he entered, suddenly turned cold.
She quickly signaled Li Qian with her eyes to carry Zhao Changsheng back first.
"You're back," Su Mo's visible external injuries were healing before the eyes, leaving only a faint mark. She lifted her smiling face and walked towards Lu Chen.
The man gloomily stared at the faint scars exposed on her skin, "Who did this?"
Encircling his waist, Su Mo nuzzled against him, a glint of dark light flashing in her eyes: "Some superpower users who harbored improper thoughts towards Zhao Changsheng."
Lu Chen's fingers traced over those faint scars, his brows furrowing tighter by the second.
