Mu Xuri raised an eyebrow: "Disinfection?"
The scent of the disinfectant used for sterilization can mask the smell of blood. For an experienced person like him, how could he not know?
Could it be that Jiu's injury wasn't as mild as he pretended?
The lighting in Sihai Residence is so dim—is it meant to hide the weakness caused by his injury?
"What's wrong, Third Uncle? Is there something amiss?" Ning Anran asked.
Mu Xuri ignored her, his gaze shifted to Wen Yu, his eyes dark.
"Did you notice anything just now?"
Wen Yu still stood at the door, her mind jumbled, somewhat dazed.
In this place, she felt an indescribable sensation towards Mu Xuri.
Ning Anran was sitting there too; last time, she clearly saw through what she was doing in the study.
It was such an embarrassing and disgraceful situation.
"Mrs. Wen, Third Uncle is asking you?" A crisp voice from the front pulled her wandering thoughts back.
Wen Yu shuddered and looked ahead.
"Sir, what did you say?"
