Mo Ziye stepped out of the hospital room and took out his phone to make a call.
Earlier, he didn't know whom Ye Zhan was calling to arrange the operation focused on L City, so he immediately called his father Mo Xiuchen.
"Don't interfere with my matters."
As the door was closed by Mo Ziye, the atmosphere in the hospital room began to reek of tension. Ye Zhan spoke as he tossed aside the blanket and attempted to get up.
"Ah Zhan, going there in this state won't save her."
"If I can't save her, then I'll accompany her to the underworld."
Ye Zhan forcefully shrugged off Ye Zhangming's hand which tried to prevent him from getting up, leaving Ye Zhangming's arm aching and his eyebrows furrowed in pain.
"..."
His expression shifted as he looked at Ye Zhan, who grimaced in pain due to the movement hurting his wounds. He opened his mouth but ultimately didn't voice any words of dissuasion.
