"Yes, sir."
The assistant responded from the passenger seat to Moses's command. Moses didn't pay any attention to him and gently lifted his hand to discard the bloodied tissue in his hand.
"Your friend is injured. Do you want me to contact a doctor for him?"
Gan Yuan raised her eyebrows slightly, her tone indifferent, "Qiao Liang is not my friend. His father is no ordinary man—an elderly person who, having lost a son, would be capable of anything. 'Do not court trouble lightly,' that's what you taught me."
Moses laughed softly, reaching out to affectionately ruffle her hair at the top of her head.
"I know, my Gaia is the most sensible. Where are you heading to, the Duke Residence or somewhere else? Speaking of which, I have yet to meet Xiaotang. That child's eyes are very much like yours."
Hearing him mention Gan Tang's name, Gan Yuan's heart tightened further, but her face remained serene, "You can meet him tomorrow."