Just as Qiao An was about to step forward and help Ji Qingxin up, Mu Jingxi held her back.
"What are you doing?"
Mu Jingxi's cold eyes unblinkingly stared at Ji Qingxin, "If anything happens to the child, you won't live either."
Ji Qingxin turned a deaf ear.
"Your crimes are recorded one by one in the files."
Upon hearing this, Ji Qingxin's face turned pale; what did he mean by that?
"You should be thankful that Qiao An didn't have an accident this time, otherwise ten of you wouldn't be enough to make up for it!"
Didn't have an accident?
Impossible!
When she left last night, she had clearly left the private room door open, and she had expected plenty of intoxicated people to pass by.
In time, they would take Qiao An away and do as they pleased.
What did Mu Jingxi mean by that?
Qiao An didn't have an accident?
She wasn't assaulted by any other man?
From her expression, Mu Jingxi could tell that what happened last night was indeed her doing.
