Mo Xiuchen's voice was low and gentle, revealing only concern, not inquisition.
He guessed that last night Shen Yuting had called Ranran, who told Jiang Liu; Jiang Liu must have been worried, so he dragged Ranran to go with him, which led to them being photographed.
Wen Ran, looking into his worried eyes, felt a twinge of guilt: "Mo Xiuchen, I'm sorry, I didn't know we would be photographed. When Jiang Liu heard Sister Ting was drunk and sick, he became anxious and insisted on going to find her."
"You don't need to apologize to me; I just wanted to understand the situation." Mo Xiuchen's lips curved into a gentle smile; he was not angry.
His distinctively jointed palm caressed her head, ruffling her hair. He fastened her seatbelt for her and sat up straight, "Ranran, I'll handle this situation."
"Okay."
Wen Ran returned his trust with a smile.
**
When Gu Kai returned to the ward, Jiang Liu had just finished a phone call.
