"You... why didn’t you leave?" Qiao Mo’s face turned a few shades paler, feeling a bit dazed.
Jiang Jinghao looked at her in silence for a mont, his clear gaze falling on Qiao Mo’s face, making her feel a bit dazed.
A few seconds later, Qiao Mo still lowered her gaze and said softly, "You should leave now."
After speaking, she prepared to leave.
Jiang Jinghao stepped forward and said, "Xiao Mo..."
Her steps paused slightly, but she didn’t look at him.
His lips moved slightly, and finally, he spoke softly, "Xiao Mo, I have money now, we can handle Uncle Qiao’s case and Xiao Xuan’s illness..."
"Jing Hao, Xiao Xuan has already had the surgery."
Jiang Jinghao was slightly stunned, was he still too late...
"I heard you borrowed fifty million from Fu Nancheng, can we return it to him?" he said softly, his gaze falling on Qiao Mo, with a touch of hope.
eting his eyes, Qiao Mo felt sowhat lost.
In the end, she just smiled a little self-deprecatingly, would returning it stop him?
"Jing Hao, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going first."
"Xiao Mo, I wanted to tell you that my mom has returned safely."
Qiao Mo was taken aback for a mont; not long ago, she had gone to the police station to inquire about Aunt Feng, and there had been no news. She didn’t expect that she had returned now.
She intended to ask about the reason, but thinking about it, she felt her current position seed inappropriate.
In the end, she just said softly, "It’s good that she’s safe, her health isn’t good, take good care of her."
A trace of loss flashed through Jiang Jinghao’s eyes, and he gently advised, "Drink less alcohol, mixing beer with liquor will make you drunk."
Qiao Mo’s eyes beca sowhat moist, enveloped in a thin layer of mist.
"Alright, you take care of yourself too."
After speaking, Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze and turned to leave.
Watching her back, Jiang Jinghao felt a pain in his chest and ultimately couldn’t control himself, stepping forward and grabbing her wrist: "Xiao Mo, is he treating you badly?"
Qiao Mo was slightly startled and chuckled lightly, "He’s very good to ."
Jiang Jinghao seriously looked at her, still unwilling to let go.
Qiao Mo reaffird, "Really."
At that mont, a low voice sounded, carrying a hint of coldness and hostility: "Mr. Jiang, what do you an by holding my woman?"
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, and she instinctively looked back.
Fu Nancheng stood a few ters away, his cold gaze falling on the hand Jiang Jinghao held hers with, deepening his look.
Swept by his cold gaze, Qiao Mo’s face turned sowhat pale.
Seeing her still standing there motionless, his expression darkened further, voicing coldly, "Co here."
Qiao Mo ca to her senses and quickly broke free from Jiang Jinghao.
But strangely, Jiang Jinghao, usually gentle, refused to let go, firmly grasping her, looking towards Fu Nancheng: "Xiao Mo, is he forcing you?"
"He didn’t force , I’m willing. Jing Hao, let go." Qiao Mo said with a bit of a sob, the alcohol made the person before her appear sowhat blurry.
Jiang Jinghao still held her tightly, unwilling to let go, while Qiao Mo’s other hand rested on his wrist, saying softly, "I’m tired, let go."
He appeared sowhat lost, looking at that familiar little face, yet feeling so sad he wanted to cry.
He was really useless, unable to protect the person he most wanted to protect!
Qiao Mo lowered her gaze, hiding the tears in her eyes, gently breaking free, and turned to walk towards Fu Nancheng.
He easily pulled her into his arms, seeing the tear stains on her cheeks, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
He didn’t bla her, but instead, raised his gaze to look at Jiang Jinghao and said slowly, "A word of advice to Mr. Jiang, you’d better stop entangling with my woman."
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