He screamed in utter desperation, and the bodyguard beside him couldn't bear to watch anymore. He took out a spare gauze from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mmm—" Chen An's eyes widened, his hands and feet were tied, his mouth stuffed shut. He was so furious his meningitis nearly flared up, almost causing him to bleed from all his orifices and die.
Dammit, Mo Nanjue, choosing romantic interests over friends, remember this!!
The bodyguard directly stuffed Chen An into the helicopter to prevent him from having any rash thoughts about jumping out, tying his hands and feet to the seat as per Mo Nanjue's orders.
Chen An rolled his eyes as a little nurse approached with a sweet smile, leaning her entire body onto his chest, "Young Master An~"
Chen An couldn't speak and could only glare at her.
The little nurse, seeing his pitiful appearance, reached out and removed the gauze from his mouth, "Young Master An, should I sing for you…"
