At that moment, Qiao An was panicked to the extreme, her back sweating profusely.
Chi Xiaoyu's words were loaded with meaning—did she know something and was this a warning?
Looking into Chi Xiaoyu's eyes, which held a profound meaning, she wanted to say something, but ultimately, she didn't have the courage to speak out.
Clenching her fists tightly, she watched as Chi Xiaoyu got into Gong Beiming's car, which swiftly drove away.
When they returned, it was Gong Beiming driving.
He turned his head to see Chi Xiaoyu, her watery eyes gazing out of the window at the fleeting scenery, her little face filled with deep thoughts.
"What's wrong, you seem to be in a bad mood? Did Qiao An say something to you?"
"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking. About what Ruan Xuexue said—that woman with the last name Mo..." Chi Xiaoyu bit her fingertip.
"Baby, you're not thinking of investigating her, are you!" Gong Beiming reached out and gently pulled her small hand away from her mouth.
