"Over the next few months, I don't want to see you again."
"That's truly regrettable," Mu Jingxi released her hand, "other than me, you have no choice."
Threat?
This guy actually dared to threaten her?
Qiao An gave Xia Lin a look—Xia Lin, let's beat him up together!
Xia Lin indeed understood her tacitly, and the next second, they quickly struck.
Two against one, for young master Mu, was not worthy of mention.
But...
He had never tried fighting with women before.
In a moment of carelessness, Qiao An found an opening—
Smack!
Time seemed to freeze.
You could hear a pin drop.
Half an hour later, in the research lab.
Qiao An hesitated, uncertainly asking Xia Lin, "Do you think I should... apologize to him?"
After all, a man needs to save face.
Privately, hitting him was still okay.
But this was in front of Xia Lin and his own nephew that she slapped him.
Both the face and pride of Mu Jingxi were lost.
"Miss Qiao, are you scared?"
