He then asked Mu Jingxi, "Jingxi, how long do you think is appropriate?"
His beautiful eyes, shining in the fleeting light, were suffused with a shallow layer of amusement.
Don't the Ji Family members always like to bring up the matter of the child's father?
Well, today, let's grant them their wish.
Let them know what it's like to have the so-called father of the child personally send them to jail.
Mu Jingxi's gaze was deep and complex, unable to fathom Qiao An's thoughts.
"You decide."
He uttered three words from his thin lips.
"Jingxi!"
Ji Qingxin called out anxiously. Was he really giving up such a rare opportunity?
All he had to do was say one day or two days, and her mother could be spared the suffering.
"Miss Ji, what's the hurry?" Qiao An said, feigning helplessness as she touched her forehead, "Do you think Jingxi can save your wicked mother?"
"Miss Qiao!"