The old women were scared by him and stood frozen in place, unable to make a sound.
Mo Ran's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes flickered, and then, with determination, she turned her head and grasped the door handle.
"Bang—" Another loud noise, the entire bar collapsed.
"Second Young Master!" The old woman cried out, bursting into tears.
Mo Ran forced herself not to look back, but her hand was trembling, unable to open the door.
"Second Young Master, why do you treat yourself this way? If there's something on your mind, just say it. Don't keep it bottled up, otherwise Miss Mo won't understand what you mean."
The old woman cried sorrowfully and turned to look at Mo Ran, saying:
"Miss Mo, the sir cares about you. He hopes you won't leave, please, I beg you, stay.
If you leave, the sir will really be upset. He has never cared about anyone in his life, and you are the first, you are truly special in his heart.