Ling Yuxuan stood before Mo Canglan, shielding someone behind him, his eyes lightly fixed on Mo Qingsnow, who was half-kneeling on the ground, "Just speak properly, no need for hands or feet. Your brother's an old bag of bones; if you shake him up like that, what if he accidentally passes away?"
Mo Canglan: ?
Mo Canglan silently glanced at Ling Yuxuan, "Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration."
His body was still robust; it wasn't his time to go yet.
Ling Yuxuan turned back and cast a fleeting glance at Mo Canglan.
Seeing this, Mo Canglan immediately clutched his arm, feigning frailty, "With these old arms and legs of mine, indeed, I can't withstand such shaking."
Mo Qingsnow watched this scene, internally grinding her teeth, her eyes reddening as she looked at Mo Canglan with a sorrowful expression, "Are you truly not going to save Yuanyuan? She's your own niece."
