"Miss Qiao is not badly hurt, just a soft tissue contusion, which will subside in a couple of days."
Mu Jingxi had the doctor step out and applied medicine to Qiao An himself.
With one hand cupping her delicate chin, Mu Jingxi asked softly, "Does it really not hurt anymore?"
"I'm just lying to Lai Qinghuan. You believe it too?" Qiao An pouted, raising her hand to touch her face, but before she could reach it, a hand clasped her wrist and stopped her.
Mu Jingxi sighed softly, "You're never allowed to risk yourself like that again."
"This is the dilemma of wanting to catch a wolf without risking the sheep."
Besides, if I didn't pretend convincingly, how could Lai Qinghuan have fallen for it?
Wouldn't it be more satisfying to make her confess her own crimes?
Qiao An pulled her hand away, "I'll leave the rest to you to handle. I need to return to the base."
I've taken so many days off, and the project has been on hold because of me.
