Half an hour later.
In the living room of Helu Mansion, there were unusually many people sitting on the retro European-style sofas. Servants were coming and going around, ostensibly doing housework, but actually stealing glances at the sofas. An atmosphere of gossip filled the air.
The people sitting on the sofa had different expressions.
The Mo family doctor was helping Blackwood Fu deal with the wound and bruises at the corner of his mouth. Yu Xihe was helping to pass him medical cotton balls and medicine. Leo Whitmore lowered his head, curled his lips and browsed his mobile phone, occasionally looking up leisurely to watch the show. Luna Collins sat next to him, pulling the wool for knitting a scarf into a ball, while Ju Yuan squatted at Blackwood Fu's feet, with its front legs standing in front of it, its fluffy little paws like mangosteen petals. It tilted its little head, its cat eyes clear, and kept looking at the stranger in front of it, sweeping its tail behind it, and it didn't seem to be afraid of strangers.
Blackwood Fu found it very interesting.
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