Qiao Jiusheng did not know what Fang Mu was thinking. She looked at Qiao Jiuyin, who lay in his arms like a deer, and made a suggestion. "Why don't I accompany you to the hospital?"
"Okay."
Fang Mu drove the car while Qiao Jiusheng supported Qiao Jiuyin. The two women sat in the back row.
As she carried her sister, Qiao Jiusheng's face was filled with worry.
She had to act well.
The sister in her arms was still crying, and Qiao Jiusheng was a little upset.
In her opinion, something was definitely fishy about tonight's matter.
Why would Li Kui run into the banquet hall all of a sudden?
Besides, although Li Kui madly loved Qiao Jiuyin, according to what Qiao Jiusheng had observed, his love for Qiao Jiuyin was not a tacky physical infatuation. He loved Qiao Jiuyin like every designer loved their muse.
Muse was high and mighty. It was what designers yearned for.
No one would sully the muse they yearned for.
