"Sister Jing?! Sister Jing??!!"
Xu Moqian called out several times before Qiao Jing responded.
"It's okay, hang up."
Right now, she was held tightly in Zhan Qipei's arms, totally unable to move.
The truth wasn't that she couldn't move, but rather that the man was badly injured, especially around his ribs. What if she exerted a little strength and his injuries got worse?
"It's okay???" Xu Moqian's lips twitched wordlessly, his eyes cold as he stared at the man's hand on the screen.
What do you mean it's okay? Was he blind, or did his IQ just drop?
"Sister Jing, tell me honestly, which hospital are you at? I promise I won't kill this jerk!"
Right now, Xu Moqian's mind was filled with all kinds of unspeakable scenarios.
Like Qiao Jing being pinned down by the man.
Although he felt that with Qiao Jing's physical prowess, something like that wouldn't happen, still, nothing good ever comes from a man and a woman left alone together.