Chapter 1177
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Mo Nan had just hung up when he felt a cold glare on him.
He suddenly remembered what he had done with Ji You. He sat there, not daring to look at the Young Master.
Mochen stared at Mo Nan, his voice cold. "Whose idea was it?"
Mo Nan was speechless.
He sat there, anxious and uneasy. He couldn't possibly give up Ji You, could he?
Mochen shouted, "Mo Nan!"
Mo Nan hurriedly covered his shoulder. "Ah, my arm hurts."
Little Pomelo stole a glance at Daddy's expression.
Daddy looked super handsome even when he was angry!
She stroked his hair and kissed the side of Mochen's face. "Daddy, Uncle Mo Nan's shoulder seems to be injured. It's bleeding a lot."
Mochen's expression looked better.
Little Pomelo acted coquettishly, smiling sweetly with dimples. "Daddy, I love you."
Mochen looked down at her, his voice no longer angry. "Will you dare to do it again?"
Little Pomelo tugged at Mochen's sleeve with her chubby little hands like a kitten. "Daddy, Little Pomelo knows she's wrong."
Mochen gazed at Little Pomelo. The little fellow's attitude couldn't be any better.
After a long time, he finally kissed her forehead. "Daddy will be afraid, you know?"
Little Pomelo wrapped her arms around Mochen's neck and leaned on his shoulder. "Daddy, you're so handsome today."
Mochen asked in a low voice, "Am I?"
Little Pomelo squirmed out of his arms and looked at him. "Of course."
Mochen's expression looked much better and he glanced at Mo Nan coldly.
Mo Nan shuddered.
Mochen said, "Your merits and demerits cannot be offset."
Mo Nan lowered his head. "Young Master, I accept my punishment."
Mochen looked at Little Pomelo. "Sit here and close your eyes."
Little Pomelo said, "Oh, Daddy, what are you doing?"
Mochen said, "I'll help Mo Nan treat his wounds."
Little Pomelo responded with an "Oh" and closed her eyes obediently.
Mochen glanced at the speedboat and saw that it was fully prepared, including everything needed for emergency treatment.
He took a scalpel and walked over to Mo Nan. "Can you take it?"
Mo Nan said, "Young Master can."
Mochen's knife sliced open Mo Nan's sleeve. He glanced at the spot where he had been shot. Due to the repeated movements, the bullet had embedded itself deeply into the skin.
The knife stabbed down cleanly, accurately picking out the bullet.
Mo Nan grunted, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Little Pomelo furrowed her brows.
Why does it sound like Uncle Mo Nan is in pain?
Is daddy going to treat Uncle Mo Nan's wounds or punish him?
Why did she feel like Daddy was punishing Uncle Mo Nan?
She pricked up her ears and listened for a while. Uncle Mo Nan didn't say anything else.
Mochen stopped the bleeding, disinfected the wound and wrapped it with gauze. "Give it a simple treatment and let Zhuge Qing handle it when we get back."
Mo Nan said, "Thank you, Young Master!"
He was only showing signs of blood loss now. Mo Nan sat there, feeling a little dizzy and pale.
Mochen turned to look at Little Pomelo. "You can open your eyes now."
Little Pomelo opened her eyes. Uncle Mo Nan's shoulder was wrapped in white gauze.
It seemed like she had misunderstood her daddy.
Little Pomelo asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"
Mo Nan was in pain. After all, he wasn't anesthetized. However, as a top-notch mercenary, he could endure this bit of pain.
He said softly, "Little Princess, it doesn't hurt."
Little Pomelo looked at him with interest. "It's clearly painful. You're not being honest at all."
Mo Nan was speechless.
What else could he say?
Little Pomelo looked at Xiang Mochen. "Daddy, I miss Mommy. Do you miss her?"
Mo Chen hummed in acknowledgment.
Ji You sat in the driver's seat. He had been worried that Young Master would find trouble with him, but it seemed like he had dodged a bullet.
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