Mu Jingxi contemplated for a moment, then gently nodded, "Alright, I'll trouble you with this."
"Heh." Lu Yin let out a low chuckle, "It's no trouble. Qiaoqiao's matters are my matters. But you— running around, busy again— you've worked hard."
Mu Jingxi's thin lips pressed slightly together. He said nothing and turned to leave.
Inside the hospital room, Qiao An stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the two men part ways, and let out an angry snort.
These two— won't they conspire and collude?
When Mu Jingxi returned to the hospital room, there was still a faint scent of tobacco lingering on him. He opened his arms and embraced Qiao An.
"Qiaoqiao, don't be angry, alright?"
"Let go."
Qiao An's voice was stiff, and she remained motionless.
She didn't push him away, but neither did she reciprocate the embrace.
"I'll bring Little Nuomi to keep you company, alright?" The only solution Mu Jingxi could think of was Little Nuomi.
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Mu Family's Main Building.
