Mo Chen knew little about the old man's affairs, and it was not easy to locate him in a short time.
"Do you think Mo Yu will tell the truth?" After drinking most of the juice, Gu Xinuo finally stopped.
That tough nut, Mo Yu, would most likely choose to make things difficult for them rather than reveal the old master Mo's whereabouts.
Ye Jiuliang pursed his lips, contemplating, "It's difficult, but it should be possible."
Hearing this, Gu Xinuo felt a bit more relieved.
At that moment, Li Mochan came out of the kitchen, holding a fruit platter in his hand.
He set the fruit platter on the table, complete with several small forks. Gu Xinuo didn't hesitate and directly took one, "By the way, how is Yisheng doing, has he woken up yet?"
"Not yet." Ye Jiuliang took the small fork handed by Li Mochan, bit into an apple, crisp and sweet.
"The injury is quite serious; it will take a while to heal."
As long as he doesn't develop a fever tonight, there shouldn't be any other problems.
