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Han Yong understood Mo Xiaoran's worry. He supported her into the living room so that she would not worry.

"I'll go with you."

"No, Xiao Yan, you go to his room and wait. If he comes back, just call me."

Mo Xiaoran watched as Han Yong left. She suddenly remembered something and chased after him while shouting, "Han Yong, the wound on his chest is serious