When there were only two people at the stairs, Jian Xiaomo sneered and said to Jian Xiaoyu, "Jian Xiaoyu, I advise you to watch your mouth. Otherwise, you will be the next one to be slapped."
After saying that, Jian Xiaomo was about to go downstairs.
Jian Xiaoyu was even more unwilling after seeing Jian Xiaomo flaunting her power.
She caught up with Jian Xiaomo in three steps and changed her face completely. "Jian Xiaomo, don't be too proud. Sooner or later, what you have done will be exposed in front of everyone. When that time comes, I'll see if you are still so proud."
Jian Xiaomo was stunned and then asked, "What did I do?''
Jian Xiaoyu did not say a word.
Jian Xiaomo sneered and said, "Jian Xiaoyu, you'd better take care of yourself. If I find out that you did everything, you just wait."
As she said that, Jian Xiaomo walked downstairs.
Jian Xiaoyu stared at Jian Xiaomo's back, her face livid with anger.
Why was she always at a disadvantage in front of Jian Xiaomo? And it was Jian Xiaomo, the *****, who broke the man's arm. Thinking of this, Jian Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with a trace of viciousness.
The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile. Then, she quickened her pace and caught up with Jian Xiaomo. She gave Jian Xiaomo a hard push behind her back.
Jian Xiaomo was unprepared. She let out a scream. Before she could grab the handrail, she fell down the stairs.
Jian Xiaoyu pretended to be at a loss and shouted, "Xiaomo, what's wrong with you?" As she said that, she chased after Jian Xiaomo.
Jian Xiaomo didn't know how long she slept, but she felt a splitting headache. Her hand moved slightly, and a cold, magnetic voice that seemed to contain anger rang out. "Don't move."
Jian Xiaomo was stunned and woke up. When she looked up, she saw an extremely handsome face lying above her head.
It was Long Chenjue.
Jian Xiaomo subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Long Chenjue pressed on Jian Xiaomo's shoulder and said, "If you don't want to die, don't move." He said this while gritting his teeth, as if he was angry.
He glared at Jian Xiaomo and shifted his eyes to the back of Jian Xiaomo's hand.
Jian Xiaomo was a little curious. What happened to the back of her hand? When she turned her eyes, she saw that she had an infusion on the back of her hand. She was stunned. Why would she have an IV?
In just a moment, the image of Jian Xiaoyu pushing her down flashed in her mind.
The reason why she was lying here was that Long Chenjue had saved her. She felt grateful to this man and was about to say something.
Long Chenjue suddenly widened his eyes and said in a very aggressive tone, "Jian Xiaomo, are you a pig? You can even knock yourself into a mild concussion by going down the stairs. I really have to admire you."
As he said that, he snorted coldly and looked at Jian Xiaomo. His deep eyes were full of disgust.