Mo Beiyan frowned, quickly turned around, and raised his index finger to his lips.
The servant froze for a moment, not daring to make a sound.
Mo Beiyan's eyelids twitched slightly. "Those people have all left, right?"
The servant was puzzled and didn't know who he was talking about. Mo Beiyan gave her a small nod, and she could only answer according to his hint, "They… left."
Did someone come just now?
She hadn't seen anyone in the living room…
"Good. You can go downstairs," Mo Beiyan glanced at Moo Huantong and coughed lightly. "Go get the first-aid kit."
"Yes," the servant turned and walked out, "I'll get it right away."
Mo Beiyan was afraid Huantong would notice the difference between the smell of blood and coffee. Just now in the heat of the moment she definitely hadn't thought that far. He led her over to the sofa. "Sit here and wait for me. I'll go out and take a look."
Moo Huantong grabbed his hand. "I'll go with you."
