As he turned around, Mo Yun caught sight of Mo Li.

He quickly stood up and walked straight to the door.

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Mo Yun was about 1.9 meters tall, and the 16-year-old Mo Li was like dwarf before him, her head just reaching his chest.

Today, she wore a white dress. It accentuated her beauty, making her look as elegant as a swan. Unfortunately, underneath that surface was a rotten heart.

"Get in there and fucking apologize!" Mo Yun rarely swore at his sister, but at this moment, his tone did not leave any room for negotiation.

"He'll only get agitated if he sees me, I don't see how that is going to help his recovery." Mo Li's voice was melodious, it didn't have her usual drawn-outness and cutesy inflection. If anything, it was confident but soft. This was a tone Mo Li had trained from her years of lecturing. She had to sound sharp and professional if she wanted people to pay her any attention.

"Please don't be pretentious. Where was this concern when you drove into your elder brother? You should be thankful if he only gets mad at you!" Worried that Mo Zheng would hear him, Mo Yun lowered his voice. Even so, his entire body was exuding a terrifying aura. If this was the original Mo Li, she would have been so frightened that she would not be able to speak.

"I'm not being pretentious. I'm not trying to shirk my blame and responsibility either." Mo Li explained calmly, "I merely believe that being overly agitated will not help with his recovery." Mo Li had her own plans. If Mo Zheng was to have the femur correction surgery, he should be as relaxed as possible so as to help prepare his physique for it. Mo Li didn't come here to make things worse for Mo Zheng.

A healthy mind equaled a healthy body, as a physician, Mo Li understood that.

Mo Yun looked at his sister. Since when did she become so sensible and eloquent? In the past, hadn't she always ignored or stammered before him?

Regardless, Mo Yun still had the opinion that a leopard wouldn't change its spots overnight. For example, when Mo Li pleaded her argument, she didn't even once look at him. In Mo Yun's eyes, that was the sign of her guilty conscience.

In Mo Li's defense, this was due to her lack of interpersonal skill. Mo Li spent most of her life inside research institute and laboratory. The most interactions she had with people was inside lecture halls but lectures were one-sided communication. She'd say her piece and leave. She wasn't exactly a popular member of staff. Furthermore, her major was in forensic science so most people she met would already be dead, they weren't great conversationalist.

Other than that, occasionally, Mo Li would be picked up by the police to be on the field for her forensic expertise. However, she also didn't have convivial banter with the officers like those often seen in crime dramas. She was more used to dealing with the dead than the living. It was worth noting her experience on the field did mean that she had to undergo some martial arts training for her own personal safety.

Mo Yun sneered, as if he had seen through her. "If you've made a mistake, you have to apologize, that is just common sense. If you can't even do that, we Mo Family didn't need a member who can't even function according to normal social convention." This was a very direct threat, and Mo Li could feel the weight behind his words.

If Mo Li refused to apologize and earn Mo Zheng's apology, probably even Mo Li's parents could not save her from Mo Yun's wrath.

Seeing Mo Li's lack of reaction, Mo Yun lifted his hand, wanting to give her a little push.

To his surprise, Mo Li avoided him. She glanced at Mo Yun lightly before walking into the ward.

Mo Zheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, thought that Qiao Qing had returned. But when he saw his actual visitor, his face that softened, turned red with anger.

If not for the fact that his body was restrained to the bed, he would have jumped up to hit her.

"Mo Li, have you come back to witness your handiwork?! I'm now a cripple for life thanks to you. My life as a model and actor is over! Are you happy now? I will never forgive you, not even if you die!" Mo Li faced the curses head on. She walked into the room and placed the lunchbox that Auntie Qiu had given her on Mo Zheng's bedside.

She took Mo Zheng's abuse silently and with dignity. However, Mo Li's indifference only incensed Mo Zheng further.

Am I even beneath a reaction now?!

Thanks to her immaturity, Mo Zheng had lost all of his pride and dreams. Anger and hatred overwhelmed his mind. His eyes landed on the lunchbox which was placed by the bedside.

Mo Zheng could not move his lower body and one of his arms was still recovering from a fracture. Intense hatred compelled Mo Zheng to use his free hand to grab the lunchbox and smashed it hard on Mo Li's head.

Out of consideration for Mo Zheng who only had one free hand, Mo Li had opened the lunchbox for him, so sometimes being considerate had its own downfall.

However, Mo Li had to admit that Auntie Qiu's had amazing cooking skills. The aroma of the food was delectable as they slid down her dress. Furthermore, the lunchbox must be of high quality because it had such good heat insulation. Bits and pieces of food dropped from her head and hot soup blanched her skin. Soon a patch of redness surfaced around her neck.

"Li Li!" Mother Mo gasped in surprise. She was about to rush to her daughter but Mo Yun held her back.

Mo Li sighed internally. The old Mo Li would have blown a fuse by now. However, for the sake of harmony and peace, the new Mo Li stood there quietly and said calmly, "I'm fine."

She stood there not moving. She didn't complain, get angry or talk back. She bore the anger that technically shouldn't be directed at her with the intention of making peace.