"It's impossible, he can't possibly be your father, impossible." Lola reacted, screaming at Jian Qing in rage.
They must have colluded and lied to her. That wretch, Jian Qing, must have feared people would find out she was a flirtatious woman, so she lied, claiming that Mo Xiao was her father.
Yes, that must be it.
Jian Qing gave her a cold glance, her fingertips piercing into the palm of her hand, stimulating her mind.
The others did not notice her action, but it did not escape Quan Jingwu, who was keeping a close eye on her.
He stepped forward, picked her up indifferently, ignoring the astonished gazes of the crowd.
"Xiaojing!"
Jian Qing felt his anger, calling out softly.
"Let's go home," he said.
The medicine was wreaking havoc inside her. She had reached her limit and let him carry her obediently.
"Ok."
Quan Jingwu raised his gaze to Quan Mingxuan and said, "Get the ship to shore."
