Mickey carefully observed her expression before continuing, "Back then when you were in a bad mood, I mentioned Mu Shuoqian's name a few times, and you always showed that you didn't want to hear it and changed the subject. Therefore, I didn't dare to bring this up. Later, seeing you living so peacefully in Bordeaux, I didn't want to disturb you either. But since we are talking about Niannian today, I feel it's necessary to tell you."
"What did he want from you?" Gu Qili tightened her grip on the cup she was holding.
"I was also shocked when I saw him; he was staying in the VIP ward, seriously injured, with bandages all over his body and head, even moving slightly seemed difficult."
Gu Qili thought of the somewhat fierce scar on Mu Shuoqian's forehead.
