Crashing into Mo Chen's embrace, she immediately smelled a fresh and pleasant moist scent.
Mo Chen's long arms secured her slender waist as his gaze, ice-cold, turned to Qiao's mother, his voice deep, "Having grown used to seeing my mother's dignified and elegant demeanor at home has led me to assume all middle-aged women are like that, forgetting that a venomous woman like you exists."
Venomous... woman?
Qiao's mother seemed to have received a tremendous blow, barely able to stand steady.
When he first arrived, he addressed her with 'you,' polite and gentlemanly, but now it had changed directly to 'you.'
The man's tone was full of disgust.
"Take the woman upstairs to the hospital. She must be badly hurt. You will pay for the medical expenses."
With that, Mo Chen's hand that had been around her waist slid down to her side, he took hold of her hand, and turned to leave.
At this moment, Qiao Ruoxin was completely bewildered, what did he mean by his words just now?
