At the same time.
After talking to Qiao Nian on the phone, Mo Xi returned to the living room, took his coat, and said to the man sitting on the sofa, "Professor Nie, I'm leaving."
Not a bit happy, Nie Qixing looked up coldly and said, "You will regret it!"
Mo Xi led his people to the door and opened it with one hand.
Thinking Nie Qixing was ridiculous, he pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and said good-naturedly, "Young Master Nie, you should care about yourself first."
The door slammed shut.
They were finally gone.
Nie Qixing looked at his empty home in a bad mood. Then, he slowly got up and found his cell phone.
He stared at it, wanting to call her.
However, his fingers stilled for a long time, and he did not dare to dial the number.
He could not imagine how big the sky Qiao Nian had pierced was, nor had he thought of a countermeasure to answer Nie Qingru's questioning.
