She had barely finished speaking when she felt the hostility radiating from the man.
It was bone-chilling cold and made one's courage falter.
But Ji Qingxin was not afraid, she held leverage over him in her hands and wasn't worried he wouldn't obey.
After a few seconds, the man's deep voice broke the silence.
"I'll go."
Mu Jingxi stared at her coldly and then turned away, withdrawing his gaze.
Watching his tall figure depart, Ji Qingxin's lips curled into a triumphant smile. She looked at her slender fingers and sneered, "So what if you like Qiao An? You still have to obediently listen to me."
Outside the sickroom, Qiao An was ordered by Mu Jingxi to stand there, not allowed to move.
To prevent her from being disobedient, he even had guards watching her on both sides.
If she dared to run off, no matter the reason, she was to be captured and brought back immediately.
The door to the sickroom opened and Mu Jingxi came out looking full of murderous intent.
