"Okay."
Chang Qing glanced at the divorce agreement on the table and tentatively asked, "What about this... how should we deal with it?"
Mo Suizhi looked troubled, picked up the agreement, stared at the words "Divorce Agreement" on the cover for a while, then tucked it away under the blanket covering his legs, maneuvered his wheelchair, and left the dining room.
"Don't tell big brother."
Mo Tingshen carried Ling Wei out, where a servant had already brought the car around. Without hesitation, he carried Ling Wei into the back seat.
As they passed another car outside the villa, the passenger door was open.
His eyes narrowed instantly.
"Stop the car."
Mo Tingshen got out of the car, walked to his vehicle, bent down and looked inside, but the passenger seat was empty.
He called Chu Yao, the call connected, but no one answered.
He called two more times, with the same result.
"Young master, the lady... she's lost a lot of blood, any further delay..."
