Ji Muhan's eyes flickered, but his face remained expressionless; at least, no one could discern any emotion from his face!

Grandpa Qin sighed softly, "...Actually, no one is any better than anyone else!"

After he finished speaking, he walked away slowly with a heavy and desolate air. Mo Xiaoqing's mood seemed to be tinged with a sense of heaviness as well, and her eyebrows and eyes drooped.

Qin Yangcheng smirked, "I've brought a few people to guard outside the ward to ensure your safety."

Before Ji Muhan could speak, he quickly added, "You're injured now, and Xiao Mo is a girl taking care of you here. I'm really worried about her, so please accept the gift. Consider it a safety precaution! This is also Grandpa's wish."

Ji Muhan paused for a moment, then turned to look at Mo Xiaoqing beside her.

Her profile was still so beautiful, as exquisite as a sculpted doll, flawless, yet so delicate that one dared not touch her for fear she would break.

Ji Muhan stopped refusing and said, "...Okay."

So much has happened during this time. Just as my uncle said, he is injured now, and if anything happens to Momo during this period, he will be powerless to help.

Just in case!

Qin Yangcheng's lips curled up slightly, his unruly eyebrows raised, looking quite unrestrained.

"If you really want to thank me... then get well soon. Too many people have been worried about you lately, and there are still many things waiting for me to handle in the military. I don't want to be suddenly arrested again with just one phone call!"

It's so jumpy, it's like a rollercoaster with all the ups and downs!

He used a complaining tone...

But both Mo Xiaoqing and Ji Muhan could sense that he didn't blame them; rather, he cared about them.

Ji Muhan gave a faint smile, but did not answer.

Qin Yangcheng didn't expect him to answer and continued, "This time everything should be resolved. Just focus on recovering. I'll keep an eye on things in the army for you. Consider it a long vacation for you!"

Ji Muhan slowly and gently stroked Mo Xiaoqing's delicate hand.

No matter how beautiful Ji Muhan's hands are, there are still some calluses between his fingers from when he practiced shooting.

Mo Xiaoqing felt a slight itch, but she couldn't bear to let him take his hand away, so she simply let him have his way.

Ji Muhan readily accepted the suggestion.

"…good."

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