A fashion queen

"Damn it! Who is it? Why does he always choose such critical moments to cause trouble? It really makes me mad!" Mo Yunting couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He stretched out his hand with an annoyed look on his face, and reluctantly grabbed the phone. Without even looking at the caller displayed on the screen, he pressed the power button without hesitation, then threw the phone to the ground with a flick of his hand.

The phone made a crisp sound when it hit the ground, but Mo Yunting didn't care at all. His full attention was still focused on Cui Xueying in front of him. Then, he leaned down again and gently kissed Cui Xueying's tender lips, continuing the intimate behavior that had been interrupted just now.

Just as Mo Yunting was immersed in the intoxicated, passionate and lingering kiss with Cui Xueying, a rapid and loud knock on the door suddenly sounded without warning, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the ambiguous and tranquil atmosphere in the room.

The sudden knock on the door was like a thunderclap, jolting Mo Yunting out of his trance. His brows furrowed uncontrollably, like two dark lines carved deep into his forehead, betraying his extreme displeasure and irritation. His handsome face was slightly contorted with anger, and his eyes, once filled with tenderness and affection, were now filled with blazing fury.

Mo Yunting cursed impatiently under his breath, spewing a string of unpleasant words. He released the delicate Cui Xueying from his arms, his movements appearing somewhat rude and reluctant. Then, filled with dissatisfaction, he slowly stood up. Each step was heavy and powerful, as if it would pierce the floor. As he walked towards the door, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Who is it? You are so blind, don't you know what time it is? You are so fucking ignorant!"

When Mo Yunting suddenly opened the heavy door, his face, which had turned red and distorted with anger, froze there in an instant as if it had been cast under a spell.

Because the person who appeared at the door at this moment was none other than the family's old butler, who was always known for his calm and composed demeanor. The butler's brow was furrowed, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He usually maintained a calm and composed demeanor, but now his face was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Seeing this, Mo Yunting couldn't help but feel a strong sense of doubt in his heart, and at the same time, a trace of indescribable worry quietly crept into his heart.

But before he could even open his mouth to ask, the butler, unable to contain his inner anxiety, spoke rapidly, "Master, something terrible has happened! The old man has suddenly fallen ill, and his condition is extremely severe. We've rushed him to the hospital. Just now, the doctor called urgently, saying that the old man's condition is very critical and that you need to rush to the hospital immediately!"

Hearing these words, Mo Yunting's expression suddenly darkened, like the oppressive, gloomy sky before a storm. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffing slightly from the exertion, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. At this moment, his heart was filled with deep worry for his grandfather's safety, mixed with an endless sense of helplessness.

Although he was reluctant to leave at this moment, his reason told him that the most important thing right now was to rush to the hospital to visit his grandfather as soon as possible.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze settling on Cui Xueying, who was standing not far behind him. In that instant, a subtle glint of longing and reluctance flashed through his eyes. But after only a brief pause, he no longer hesitated and hurriedly left the room, leaving only the sound of his footsteps lingering in the air.

"Yunting, wait! I'll go with you!" As the housekeeper detailed the situation to Mo Yunting, Cui Xueying, standing nearby, heard every word they exchanged. Without hesitation, she rushed into the room as quickly as possible, quickly changed into something appropriate, and then hurried out, shouting at Mo Yunting. At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: I hope Grandpa is okay and in good health. No matter what, she wanted to go with him to visit him.