Han Luo almost stumbled backward as some unexpected guests rushed toward her.
Looking down, she was surprised to see who gave her a warm hug.
"Pretty sister!"
"Pretty sister, are you sick?"
"Pretty sister, we heard you were hurt. I came to see you!"
"Pretty sis…"
Four quadruples of the same size warmed up Han Luo's heart instantly.
"Oh, my! What a pleasant surprise! Thank you so much for coming all the way here to see me." Her voice sweetened.
She was touched when she noticed they brought flowers for her.
Even Mo Yuan was a bit surprised and quickly composed himself.
"Ah Luo, don't stand for too long. You just woke up. You are still recovering," he calmly urged her. His voice was gentle, but his eyes coldly swept over four quadruples.
'Damn you, kids! How dare you almost throw my wife out of her feet! What if she fell and injured herself?'
His glare seemed to work on those quadruples.
