Moshe raised a brow, amused. He ran his gaze across Lu Yizhou's body as if saying, "You want to go out in this condition?"
But Lu Yizhou wouldn't be Lu Yizhou if not for his stubbornness. "Take me with you, Mo— Mr. Mo."
Moshe almost smiled at his slip of tongue. Almost, but then he replied mercilessly. "Why should I?" Without giving Lu Yizhou any time to react, he opened the door and walked out. Faintly, Lu Yizhou heard him saying to the person outside. "Have more people guard this door. If something happens to him, I will have your head."
Lu Yizhou threw his head into the pillow and groaned. There went his golden opportunity. How was he supposed to do anything when he was locked up like this? He inhaled deeply, eyes blazing in determination. This wouldn't do. He wouldn't just sit still and let destiny roll its way into Moshe's life.
