President Zhao waved his hand, "Get them out! Right now!"
Rose glared provocatively at Qiao An, silently mouthing, "Drop dead."
Qiao An smiled slightly and waved her hand, "Honey."
A tall man, holding a delicate little girl in his arms, his stunningly handsome face expressionless.
Exuding a cold aura that spread aggressively, sending chills down the spine.
Rose turned her head to look, shocked, was this celestial face real?
He was truly a breathtaking beauty!
Her breath hitched, and she instinctively stepped back from President Zhao, creating distance, awkwardly smoothing her hair.
Composing herself.
But the man walked by her without a glance, bringing a gust of cold wind.
Little Nuomi's face tightened, "Mommy."
The little hand touched her hair, damp, and then her collar, also damp.
The little one was angry, "Mommy, who bullied you?"
Mu Jingxi furrowed his brow, his eyes shadowed to the extreme, a deep voice laced with endless anger, "What happened?"
