They could only stare at the two people in front of them with ridiculous postures and hideous expressions.
Lu Moqing ignored them and turned to protectively walk Qiao Xu towards the elevator, "Are you scared?"
Lu Moqing’s gentle voice sounded in Qiao Xu’s ear, like a calming caress that montarily eased Qiao Xu’s heart.
"I’m fine."
She shook her head; although the scene just now was indeed frightening, she wasn’t such a timid woman to be utterly terrified by it.
Her gaze inadvertently swept back, seeing a man holding an iron rod charging towards them.
"Mo Qing, be careful!"
Qiao Xu subconsciously cried out, and Lu Moqing quickly turned back, his gaze scanning over Qiao Xu’s tense face before suddenly pausing.
Qiao Xu watched wide-eyed as the iron rod struck Lu Moqing’s forehead.
The sharp edge of the iron rod left a long wound on Lu Moqing’s forehead.
The next second, the man had been kicked away by Lu Moqing, and blood started flowing down Lu Moqing’s nose.
Those n were terrified by the sight and stood stunned for a mont before thinking of escaping.
anwhile, the security manager, who had received the news, was rushing towards the garage with a few security guards.
Upon seeing the injured Lu Moqing, the security manager in charge of the hotel’s security efforts’ face instantly changed.
"Mr. Lu, we are so sorry. It was our mistake, we let you get hurt. We’ll call a doctor imdiately."
"No need."
With a serious face, Lu Moqing’s entire being seed to be under imnse pressure, making him look very unpleasant. He pulled Qiao Xu straight into the guest elevator and pressed the floor she was staying on.
"How are you? Mo Qing, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Should we have the hotel call a doctor to co and have a look?"
Qiao Xu supported Lu Moqing, feeling his tall body intentionally or unintentionally leaning against her, worried that maybe his brain was damaged from the blow he just suffered.
Hearing her uncharacteristically non-cold and distant greeting and that familiar yet previously only existent in her mories "Mo Qing" made Lu Moqing feel that the blow was worth it.
With a "ding," the elevator door opened on Qiao Xu’s floor, and Qiao Xu helped Lu Moqing into her room.
"You sit down, and I’ll have the hotel call a doctor."
Having said that, she went to the fixed phone on the table, ready to dial out, only to be stopped by Lu Moqing.
"Why call a doctor? Isn’t my wife a doctor?"
Lu Moqing looked at Qiao Xu and laughed. It must be said that good-looking people cannot hide their attractive charm even in the most disheveled monts.
Even with blood on his face, Lu Moqing did not look disheveled but instead had an air of fierceness and masculinity as if he had just been through a bloody battle.
As he smiled at her, Qiao Xu even montarily lost her focus.
"It’s just a superficial injury. Just help bandage it up."
Seeing the unceasing flow of blood from his forehead, Qiao Xu beca worried and could only comply with his request, turning to fetch the first aid kit from a cabinet.
With one hand on his forehead and the other watching Qiao Xu bustling around in front of the dical kit, the corner of Lu Moqing’s lips slightly curved upward.
Suddenly, as he thought of the sowhat mysterious hoodlums in the underground garage, his smiling lips stiffened, and his face was once again covered in a layer of frost.
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