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is at the police station; she's injured... She seems to have hurt her cornea, and her eyes are very red," Cheng Anya said worriedly. "Let’s wait for the doctor to come out with an update, Ah Chen, yo...Warming and Yè Fēimò 346

Mò Xiǎobái then said seriously, "Little Auntie, Little Uncle doesn’t allow anyone to talk about this matter. So you just need to know it and don’t tell others; otherwise, you will die a very ugly death."

Warming nodded in agreement. She also thought that if someone as strange as Yè Fēimò discovered that she knew about his childhood misfortune, he would definitely make her suffer.

But the one who would suffer was her idol.

Faithful to the principle of saving oneself at others’ expense, Warming decided not to tell anyone when she thought it over. After all, this ‘other person’ had told her about Yè Fēimò’s interesting stories out of kindness.

"You’re such a good Little Auntie," Mò Xiǎobái said mysteriously and winked at Warming with twinkling eyes. As if she was pecking the rice, Warming nodded again and again; Mò Xiǎobái’s image in her heart instantly became more respectable.

"Sure! You could also tell me some interesting things about your childhood," Warming said to him so that she could share them with Cai Xiaojing. Cai Xiaojing was a great fan of Ye Yan, who had watched all his plays.

“Okay, I’ll tell you one by one after your injury heals. It’s very interesting.” Mò Xiǎobái suddenly said in an evil voice with eyes filled with lecherousness, “Oh yeah, didn’t you take the role of Red Jade Liang I’m the lead actor.”

"Ah, isn't this play starring Han Bi I haven’t participated in it," Warming said, "Are you going to act in 'Red Jade Liang’"

“Little Uncle didn’t tell you Also, why is the role given to Han Bi” Mò Xiǎobái was puzzled. Wasn’t he told to support Warming What had Han Bi got to do with it

"I don't know either," Warming said with a smile and shook her head.

Mosai said, "I don’t know about other things, but this matter has no room for negotiation. Let's not talk about it now. Anyway, Little Auntie needs to recover here, so we might as well take the opportunity to cultivate some feelings... Wait, I mean improve our cooperation."

"I want your poster autograph and photo signature. Oh, you should write a special one for Warming, plus signatures on film memorabilia…"

"Little Cousin will kill me," Mosai muttered to herself as Warming waved grandly, "Don’t worry, I’ll protect you."

"Are you sure you can" Moxiai asked nervously. “Little Cousin’s punches are heavy; even before he saw him, I got hit by him for being handsome.”

"No way, damn it! How dare someone hit my idol Don’t worry, I’ll definitely get revenge for you. In the future, Little Cousin won’t dare to hit you again." Warming said with a sense of justice, defending his idol.

Morning thought to himself that Xiao Bai is really good at utilizing resources; he even started complaining first and used others as tools—a bit too... shrewd.

But was he sure he wouldn’t suffer worse from Non-Mo

"Little Auntie, you’re so brilliant. Remember to get revenge for me," Mosai said with a smile. Indeed, idols are easier to win over fans; it’s too easy.

"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take revenge for you. By the way, is Ye Feimo seriously injured"

"No problem. He's fine and energetic. He went out with Big Boss on some errands. He'll come to see you tomorrow," Mosai said with a smile. Warming finally felt relieved but thought something was off; he had clearly suffered serious injuries.

How could things be so simple

But all of them insisted that Ye Feimo was fine, so she had no choice but to believe that he was.

The group chatted for a while. Wannuan grew tired and wanted to rest. Mochen and Moxiaobai left the room. Moxiaobai smiled and said, "Little Auntie-in-law is too easy to deceive."

"You're exaggerating way too much. If Feyimo found out about this, you would die a very unpleasant death."

"What's there to be afraid of Little Auntie-in-law will protect me. It has many benefits being someone's idol." Moxiaobai puffed up his tail proudly, especially when it came to being Little Auntie-in-law's idol.

"You two idle guys, what did you talk about with Wannuan" asked Mozhuang who stood at the top of the staircase. Moxiaobai shook his head while Mochen shrugged. Moxiaobai said, "We didn't tell her that Little Uncle is still unconscious."

Wannuan had been shot and was in a coma for four days. Ye Feimo's back had been injured by a sharp object, damaging his internal organs; his condition was much more serious than Wannuan's. The weight of the attacker also made the stabbing wounds deeper, causing several additional injuries when he fell down. What was particularly severe was that the back of his head bled heavily after being smashed and he suffered from serious brain concussion. The doctor said there was a chance that he would wake up tomorrow.

The stab wound had been properly treated, and there were no immediate life-threatening issues with the brain concussion. However, it wasn't known if there might be any lingering effects until he woke up. This issue didn't really worry the group much.

After all, Ye Feimo was a tough little guy who never went down easily; this minor injury wouldn't stop him from waking up.

The reason Wannuan felt anxious was simply because she couldn't see him.

"Don't bother her. Let her rest properly. Although it's only flesh wounds, they still require a long time to heal," said Mozhuang while pointing at Moxiaobai. "You, Boss asked you to go to the study."

Moxiaobai's smile vanished. "Just me"

"Do you still want to be the center of attention" Mu Wushuang asked, crossing her arms. Mu Xiaobai let out a mournful wail and pitifully looked at Mu Chen. Mu Chen smiled and said, "I have things to do, I’m leaving."

Before Mu Xiaobai could say anything, Mu Chen had already disappeared down the corridor.

"Big brother, you can’t just leave me like this..." The mansion echoed with Mu Xiaobai's cries. Mu Chen was nowhere in sight. Mu Xiaobai cursed quietly and turned to look at Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang’s face said it all—‘What is your business here’ With a graceful turn, Mu Xiaobai left for the study.

Murao's Study

Murao's study was over a hundred square meters and connected to an archive room. There were four rows of large bookshelves filled with all kinds of books, but there were noticeably more on psychology and computer science.

The study had a predominantly dark blue color scheme that felt luxurious yet heavy.

Murao sat expressionlessly behind his desk, busy working. Mu Xiaobai pushed the door open. "Boss, you wanted to see me"

Murao hummed in response. "Sit down. I need to process some documents first."

Mu Xiaobai let out a soft 'oh' and sat on the sofa opposite him. The floor-to-ceiling window was just past the sofa, with a small bookshelf beside it and another set of white sofas in front of the window. A small potted plant stood by the side of the window. Mu Xiaobai silently wondered what the boss wanted to talk about but Murao didn’t say anything or ask any questions, so he remained quiet.

After waiting for half an hour and seeing no movement from Murao, Mu Xiaobai automatically got up and picked up a copy of "Red and Black" in English from the bookshelf by the window.

Murao often had him come to his study and leave him there for hours at a time. Mu Xiaobai was used to it by now."We have just developed a new type of nuclear bomb which hasn’t been tested yet. What do you think about this exercise If we make one misstep...""Boss, please rest assured. Our air force is well-train...