Mo Jingshen's expression remained cold as he said, "My life doesn't require anyone's interference. Even from my father."
"You!" Mo Shaoze glared at him. His gaze shifted to Ji Nuan who was being protected before he narrowed his eyes coldly to say, "You're hell-bent on going against me!"
Mo Jingshen appeared not to have heard anything. He turned back to look at Ji Nuan, his hand gently holding the leg that was hurt earlier. "Is it still hurting?"
Yes, of course, it was. By now, a bruise had most likely formed.
But with the shirt pants covering her, no one could see anything.
Ji Nuan did not show any change in expression. "It's fine, it's been so long; it doesn't hurt anymore. It's just a small hit against the leg, don't worry about it."
"It was my oversight." Mo Jingshen held her hand, gently rubbing her fingers. "It won't happen again."
