Mo Jingshen lowered his head to scan the wound on Ji Nuan's neck and noticed that she was barefooted against the ice-cold ground. His mild voice carried a few hints of unhappiness. "You're not wearing any shoes? Are you trying to make your body even weaker against the cold?"
Ji Nuan eyed her own feet. Under the man's gaze, she could not help but curl her toes inwards.
It wasn't that she didn't wear any. Earlier, it had been too difficult to walk with Mo Peilin stepping on her shoes, so she decided to leave then by the staircase.
She then heard the man speak with a cold voice, as though holding in a smile: "On the second floor, there is a fire escape path through the backdoor. I only told Mo Jiaxue one sentence. If she dares to take one step into my bedroom tonight, I'm afraid that from now on, the great Hai City won't have any space for the mother and daughter pair."
His words were directed at Mo Peilin.
