Mo Yesi raised her hand and interrupted her.
"Since Ms. Qiao has come to me, you should know that I haven't done an operation in many years."
"I know." Qiao Mianmian nodded. "But I believe that Mr. Mo is a good man and will never let an innocent man die."
"A good guy?"
Mo Yesi seemed to have heard something interesting and laughed.
He put down the document in his hand, stood up, and slowly walked towards Qiao Mianmian.
He stopped in front of her.
Qiao Mianmian found out now that this man was also very in shape. He was very tall, about 1.88 meters.
Because she was 1.68 meters—which was not a short height for women—standing in front of him she was barely at his neck.
She had to raise her head to look at him.
They were standing too close.
The clear smell of the man's body drifted to her nose, full of attractive male hormones. Qiao Mianmian stared at him with a flushed face, her heart beating fast.
