No One Can Compare to Qiao An
Editor: Atlas Studios
Usually, when Lu Mo cried, Huo Xiaoran would give in and follow her wishes.
But today, no matter how Lu Mo cried, Huo Xiaoran put on a cold and determined expression.
With a livid expression, he insisted on seeking justice for Qiao An. "Lu Mo, if I don't cripple his third leg, I won't be able to rest."
Lu Mo was extremely panicked. In the end, she lay on her cousin and cried, "If you want to hit me, then hit me. Anyway, I'm about to die. I'll exchange my life for my cousin's. Senior, this way, your heart should be balanced, right?"
Huo Xiaoran was furious. "Lu Mo, get up."
"I'm not getting up."
From the bedroom, she suddenly heard something fall to the floor.
Huo Xiaoran was stunned and a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes.
He was no longer in the mood to deal with Lu Mo's brother. He said to the bodyguard, "Drag him away."
After everyone left, Huo Xiaoran hurried to the bedroom.