Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Wenshui looked at the handkerchief. It was off-white and had a particularly good silk texture.

"This is not mine." Gu Chuyan said, a little stunned, her mind kept spinning, and she whispered: "Did Uncle Yao release it?"

In the private room, except for Yao Shengba, no one else approached her.

"Come with me." Wenshui suddenly became serious, turned around and walked towards the lounge, his whole person became serious, as if he had made some important discovery.

Gu Chuyan thought about it and looked towards the VIP ward, wanting to go back to see Yao Rong, but she had a bold idea in her heart, thinking that this handkerchief might have a major discovery.

"Let's take a look first." Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand and escorted her to the lounge.

Gu Chuyan felt uneasy and a little uneasy.

Seeing Wenshui turning around, he dipped his handkerchief in the potion, as if studying a big event, lowered his head, sniffed and said, "Sister-in-law, it's medicine."

"This special potion is colorless but very fragrant. When mixed with ink, it can make writing disappear. But if it is left in the room as incense for a long time, it will cause people to go crazy." Wenshui said. He held the handkerchief and said excitedly. : "At the beginning, Yao Shengba did have this kind of fragrance in his body."

Wenshui said, the monster's face was full of smile, but it suddenly collapsed again.

Xiao Mohan stood there, holding her hand tightly, turning sideways to block Gu Chuyan's face, as if she was afraid that the fragrance would get on her body, suddenly Xiao Mohan's hands stiffened, and he slowly raised his eyes toward the door. Looking outside.

"Yeah." The door to the lounge was pushed open, and Yao Rong staggered in.

Before anyone could react, Yao Rong rushed in, grabbed the handkerchief, took something, and smashed the window. Before everyone could react, she scratched the broken glass with her white palm.

Blood slowly dripped down Yao Rong's palm.

"Yao Rong." Gu Chuyan was frightened and rushed forward, but Xiao Mohan held Yao Rong's wrist and raised it to press his acupuncture points. A certain depth flashed through his silent black eyes.

Wenshui stood there, looking at Yao Rong holding the handkerchief in his hand. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Mohan. The two were silent.

"My blood should be useful." Yao Rong's voice was choked but firm.

The unimaginable thing finally happened, the white handkerchief turned red.

"Is it an address?" Gu Chuyan whispered. She raised her eyes to look at Yao Rong, only to see that her eyes were dim and her injured hand was trembling.

Yao Rong raised his head and took a deep breath. After a while, he said, "Dad probably wants me to take you there."

Gu Chuyan held her hand and said to Wenshui, "Wenshui, where is the medicine?"

"I'm fine." Yao Rong retracted his hand, looked at his injured palm, shook his head and said to her: "Time waits for no one, I will take you there."

Yao Rong said and walked out, looking back at Wenshui.

Wenshui's heart thumped, feeling that something was wrong. He retreated silently, about to hide behind Xiao Mohan, but heard Yao Rong say quietly: "Wenshui, can you take my father with you?"

"..." Wenshui Monster's handsome face fell instantly.

He asked the young master dignifiedly, "How can I be a hard worker for others?" But he didn't dare to say it, silently looked at Xiao Mohan, and asked eagerly: "Han, help?"

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan nodded slightly, looked at him seriously, and walked out with his long legs raised.

Wenshui was very excited when he heard that. He turned around and ran towards the VIP ward, picked up Yao Shengba and walked out while shouting to Xiao Mohan: "Han, come and help."