Shen Nianzu's feet moved faster than his brain could catch up. Only God knew why he was reacting like this in the presence of his closest family members. It was pure reflex, a spontaneous move he could not even explain.
But before he could take more than three steps, his arm was abruptly seized.
"Where are you going, Young Master?" Qing Mo gave him a disapproving look. "Madam said that you don't want to cooperate with the doctor, is it true?"
Shen Nianzu tried to wrench his arm out of Qing Mo's bruising grip, but then he was shocked to discover that the other person's hold on him was as strong as a vice, and he was unable to break free despite using all of his strength!
What the hell! Had Qing Mo always been this strong?!
