"Be careful."
Qiao An lifted her eyes and saw Mu Jingxi, mustering all her strength to push him away, "Don't touch me!"
Mu Jingxi held her tightly, the emotions he had restrained all night finally exploded at this moment. His thin lips pressed into a line, "Qiao An, can't you treat me a bit more fairly?"
Qiao An turned a deaf ear, her gaze still resolutely fixed in the direction of the delivery room.
Her resisting posture had already aroused Mu Jingxi's anger. He raised his hand and turned her head, "It was Ji Qingxin who hurt the child, not me. Even if you want to take out your anger, it should not be on me, understand?"
"Understand." Qiao An coldly curled her lips, "So can you let me go now?"
Touching the coldness and contempt at the bottom of her eyes, Mu Jingxi tensed up, the temperature of his fingertips growing colder by the second.
"You blame me?" His face slightly pale, his gaze unblinkingly fixed on her.
