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Mo Qi raised his hand to hit him, but his raised hand was caught by Ji Yan. "Don't dirty your own hand."

Xia Mu opened his mouth, and from her point of view, he could see the pleased expression on Mo Qi's face.

She lowered her head and sighed. Suddenly, she raised her head and slapped herself.

A crisp slap echoed through the corridor.

"Ah Yan is right, hitting me will only dirty my hands. This time, I am the one who gave it back to Ah Yan. If it's not enough, there will be a second time, a third time ?"

"Enough, scram, scram ?" Ji Yan looked at her red and swollen face, and his eyes flashed with a cold light that was difficult to understand.

Xia Mu lowered his head, hiding his eyes that were filled with tears, and only when the tears were forced back did he raise his head, "Goodbye."

She pretended to be calm as she left, leaving behind her heartless and heartless back.

Taking the elevator to the underground parking lot, Xia Mu closed the door and curled up in the driver's seat.

She opened the envelope Mo Chi had given her and took out the photo.

When he saw the person in the photo, Xia Mu started to tremble violently.

She gripped the photo tightly and crumpled it into a ball, the tip of her nails stabbing into the flesh.

Only, she didn't cry.

She bit down hard on her lips. Her internal organs were filled with overflowing hatred.

"Four years ?" "It's been four years ?"

She was about to forget her nightmare. Why did Mo Qi have to be so cruel as to open her wound?

"Wuu ?"

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Xia Mu looked up from the steering wheel, took a deep breath, took out his cell phone from his bag, and shakily pressed the answer button.

"Mommy ?"

"Mo Mo, your Uncle Mo is asking you when you're going home. Regarding the engagement banquet tomorrow, he ?"

Xia Mu bit his lower lip, trying his best to soften his tone. "Mom, tomorrow's engagement banquet will be cancelled, not because of Ah Yan, but because of me."

"Foam ?"

Mother, I won't go back to the Mo family for the next few days. You have to be safe and sound. If Mo Chi dares to do anything to you, you can't hold it in.

"Foam ?"

Xia Mu could hear the worry in his mother's voice.

She cut off the phone first, closed her eyes, and told herself to hold on.

Night fell.

Xia Mu drove to a bar. She didn't like coming to places like this, but she had to come.

The man who was acting with her today asked for more money, but refused to transfer the money. He insisted on collecting the cash himself.

She was afraid that the man would tell Ji Yan, so she could only do as he said.

"Di ?"

Just as Xia Mu was about to step through the door of the bar, his phone vibrated.

It was a text from the man: Room 608.

Xia Mu frowned as he hid his emotions. He entered the bar and headed straight for the elevator.

When she reached the sixth floor, box eight was in the furthest room. She walked step by step towards it, but just as she was about to approach the room, her heart skipped a beat.

She took a deep breath before raising her hand to push open the door.

After the private room door was pushed open a crack, Xia Mu immediately loosened the force behind pushing the door, and stiffened on the spot.

Inside the room, it wasn't that man, but Mo Qi.

She was dressed in sexy and seductive clothes.

These weren't the main focus of Xia Mu's attention. The main focus of his attention was that Mo Qizhi was staring in a certain direction warily. He held something in his hand and threw it into a wine cup.

Not long after, Ji Yan's figure appeared in Xia Mu's line of sight. He seemed to have been drinking too much as he staggered along. The pair of peach shaped eyes that she once loved to the bone, were half-closed in drunkenness, and his brows were deeply creased.

Xia Mu suddenly tightened his grip on the doorknob.

Just as she was about to leave with a sour feeling in her heart, Ji Yanxin grabbed the glass of wine that Mo Chi had used to drink and gulped it down.

Xia Mu's heart suddenly felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, "No, I can't ?"

Mo Qi saw Ji Yan drink his glass with his own eyes. His red lips curled up into a charming smile. "Ji Yan, you drank too much. I'll go to the bathroom and take you home."

"Alright!" Ji Yan rubbed his throbbing brow and leaned back on the sofa. His half closed, drunken eyes were drooping.

A weakness that he had never felt before slowly took over his body and mind. Soon after, his consciousness began to spread out as well.

Mo Chi went to the washroom. Xia Mu bit his lower lip until it turned white. His heart was in turmoil. In the end, she still couldn't bear to see this man whom she loved deeply, designed by Mo Qi.

Pushing open the private room's door, Xia Mu walked quickly to the sofa. Without saying anything, he placed Ji Yan's hand on his shoulder. With difficulty, he propped himself up from the ground and walked out step by step.