After Bai Qinchen finished speaking, that hand clasping Shui Rou'er's waist tightened abruptly, while his other hand covered a Steamed Bun.
"Ah!" Shui Rou'er's pupils shrank violently, and her entire body stiffened. Humiliation instantly surged to her heart. Using the very last shred of strength in her entire body, her small hands kept beating against Bai Qinchen's arm, and she screamed, "Let go! You bastard! Let go!"
"Tsk." Feeling the breathtaking Steamed Bun in his palm, Bai Qinchen's seductive smile grew even richer, and he lamented, "This is a supreme grade after all; how can I just let go because you say so?"
Seeing this scene from the side, Hai Shuixing was frightened so badly that her pretty face turned pale, and tears instantly welled up from her eye sockets.
Bracing her weak body, she lunged with awkward tumbles toward the figure slumped over the desk and dead to the world, crying and shouting, "Husband! Wake up, Husband! Wake up quickly!"
However, just as her hand was about to touch Chang Gongwei's shoulder, a figure flashed and blocked her path.
"Sister Mo'er..." Hai Shuixing raised her head in disbelief, gazing with tear-filled eyes at the face before her that was both familiar and strange.
With a expressionless face and icy eyes, Mu Zimo gripped her wrist with such great force that Hai Shuixing let out a grunt of pain.
"Don't waste your effort." Without a shred of warmth in her voice, Mu Zimo said indifferently, "He won't wake up."
"Why... Sister Mo'er, why?!" Hai Shuixing completely collapsed. Gazing at the person before her who was dear as a sister, she demanded in a hoarse voice, "Why did you do this?! He is our husband!"
"Well asked." Appreciating this good show of sisters turning against each other, Bai Qinchen blew hot