"Xiao Moli, take me home."
An Ziqi lay in Xiao Moli's arms, gripping his clothes tightly, murmuring in a low voice.
Xiao Moli tightened his arm around her, looking at Lin Xilu and snorted coldly.
He said to Yun Yi, "You handle things here," then lifted An Ziqi into his arms and headed out.
Lin Xilu watched their retreating figures, with a glint of pain flashing across his eyes.
Xiao Moli had originally planned to take An Ziqi to the hospital.
An Ziqi was a beehive of anxiety in his arms and muttered,"I want to go home!"
Xiao Moli's thin lips tightened. He carefully held her and placed her in the car seat.
He made a call to Xiao Chen.
"Meet me downstairs at my apartment in ten minutes."
Then he hung up without waiting for Xiao Chen to respond.
An Ziqi thinking about Tianxing, hurriedly pulled Xiao Moli's arm, insisting on going back.
Upon understanding why, Xiao Moli personally called Yun Yi to take care of Tianxing.
