The large hospital room was shrouded in darkness.
Qiao An, guided by the bright moonlight outside, easily led him to the balcony.
Mu Jingxi knew she didn't want to wake up Little Nuomi, but he didn't want to explain right now, especially with her glaring at him.
If he didn't give her a reasonable and acceptable explanation tonight, he wouldn't be sleeping.
"Mu Jingxi, will you speak or not?"
Qiao An's beautiful eyes widened slightly, her hand gripping his shirt collar, her expression fiercely stern.
Mu Jingxi sighed, cupping her face with his hands, his rough thumb gently caressing her smooth cheek, "Don't you understand? I can't bear to let you take risks. Compared to you personally rescuing your father, I should be the one to go, without hesitation."
"But have you considered, what if they get angry and hurt my dad?"
"I've made complete preparations. An agent disguised as you; without close inspection, there won't be any flaw discovered. She's even mimicked your voice."
