A fashion queen

"But... what if they attack again? With just the meager strength of us two, it's simply impossible to resist their attack!" His eyes were filled with deep worry, as if a dark cloud hung over his heart. The enemy wasn't alone; they had many allies lurking in the shadows, like venomous snakes in the bushes, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

"Dad, don't worry. Mo Yunting has already sent more people to protect us. At the same time, he's also working hard to uncover the truth behind this matter. I think it won't be long before the truth is revealed," Cui Xueying said softly and comfortingly. Her voice was like a spring breeze, bringing a touch of warmth and hope.

Cui Yongyuan nodded slightly to show his agreement, and the heavy stone in his heart finally eased a little.

"Oh, by the way, Dad, the doctor has repeatedly told you that the most important thing for you right now is to rest assured and not overwork. Therefore, you don't need to worry about all the matters in the future. Just leave them to Mo Yunting and me." Cui Xueying said earnestly.

Cui Yongyuan gazed at his beloved daughter, his eyes filled with relief and emotion. The little girl who once required his careful care had now grown up, able to stand on her own feet and share family responsibilities. This growth filled him with both emotion and pride.

"Very good, my precious daughter has become much more sensible. With you by her side, I firmly believe that all difficulties will be solved and the future will be full of light." Cui Yongyuan said earnestly, with a happy smile on his face.

Cui Xueying's lips curled up slightly, revealing a reassuring smile. She nodded gently, then reached out her delicate hand and carefully grasped her father's slightly rough palm. She said softly, "Dad, don't worry. I promise you that no matter where you are, we will always be by your side. For now, you just need to rest and recuperate. As for the other complicated matters, leave them all to Mo Yunting and me."

With that, Cui Xueying gently helped Cui Yongyuan lie down, carefully tucking in the quilt, as if afraid of a cold breeze invading his body. Once everything was settled, she took gentle steps, turned around, and walked out of the room, gently closing it behind her. After she settled herself, she took a deep breath of fresh air, and a flash of determination flashed in her eyes.

Then, she thought to herself: The situation is becoming increasingly serious and complicated. I must contact Mo Yunting quickly! Where is he? Where is he going? Or perhaps I could ask those secret guards he secretly arranged to protect me. Perhaps they could give me some useful clues... Thinking of this, Cui Xueying could not help but quicken her pace, her heart filled with anxiety and anticipation for the unknown future.

Cui Xueying took a deep breath, pulled her phone from her pocket, and expertly scrolled through the address book. She found the all-too-familiar name—Mo Yunting—and dialed without hesitation. However, there was only a cold beeping sound from the other end of the line, and no one answered. She gripped the phone tightly, her brow furrowed slightly, and a strange feeling of unease gradually settled over her.

"No, waiting like this isn't going to cut it!" Cui Xueying muttered to herself. She knew time was running out, and every second could affect Mo Yunting's safety. So, she made up her mind and set out to find those mysterious secret guards, hoping to get some useful information from them.

Cui Xueying hurried out of the hospital gates and stood in the middle of the bustling street, her gaze scanning the surroundings like a torch. She tried to recall every moment she had spent with Mo Yunting, trying to find a clue or a hint. Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Mo Yunting had once told her that if she encountered danger, the secret guards would appear instantly like guardian angels; and furthermore, the sound of a specific whistle would also bring them to her.

Thinking of this, Cui Xueying couldn't help but come up with an idea. She calmed herself, brought her lips to her fingers, and blew a clear, short whistle. The sound echoed in the air, like an invisible signal, piercing through the layers of fog.