"How have you been recently, is your recovery going well?"
Since Mo Xiaoqi escaped from Jiu Ye's clutches, she had been convalescing at home for several days.
Although Jiu Ye's men had laid hands on her, fortunately it was only superficial damage.
There were no broken bones or tendons, so Mo Xiaoqi soon met with Wen Mian for a casual chat.
All she did was wave her hand, and her previously relaxed expression suddenly tensed.
However, Wen Mian's comfort quickly restored Mo Xiaoqi back to normal.
"I'm fine. After all, I'm young; it's nothing but a beating. A few days of rest, and I'll be good."
Wen Mian was torn between laughter and tears.
"What about you? Did you call me here today for something important? Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so anxious."
It wasn't that Wen Mian had something particularly urgent to discuss.
Rather, the factory still needed investigation, and Mo Xiaoqi was the most suitable candidate for the task.
