If I Don't Protect You, Who Will?

They had just reached the door when Lu Rao's voice sounded from behind them. "Ah Si."

"Anything else?" Mo Yesi stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him.

Lu Rao looked like he wanted to say something, but after a few seconds, he shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's have a few drinks together."

Mo Yesi raised an eyebrow. Although he knew that Lu Rao wasn't referring to this, he didn't ask further and just nodded. "Alright."

After Mo Yesi led Qiao Mianmian out, Lu Rao looked at the door thoughtfully for a while.

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"Mo Yesi, I'm sorry. It's all because of me that you got injured." Qiao Mianmian looked apologetic as she left Lu Rao's office. She thought of Mo Yesi's wound and how much blood he'd lost.

He snatched the fruit knife from Little Xiao's hand with his bare hands. The knife that should have stabbed her deeply cut his palm.