“Young mistress!” Bian Zijun rushed over from afar and held her in time, screaming out of fear.

Following that, Mu Yu quivered and abruptly woke up. She quickly grabbed his sleeve and asked, “Did something really happen to Huan? How is he now?”

When she was asking, she felt her throat getting dry and even her voice croaked as she was close to tears due to the bolt from the blue.

“Young mistress, you don’t look good. Let’s take a seat in ...