"Loh Cheng?" Han Qingqing widened her eyes, momentarily not comprehending, "You, your face... how did it become like this?"
Chen An quickly 'helpfully' spoke up on his behalf, "Changed it after following Luo Xiao."
Leng Qing turned his head and glared at him fiercely, "You—"
"Luo Xiao?" Hearing these words, a flash of hatred quickly passed through Han Qingqing's eyes, and Mo Nanjue squinted, capturing it instantly.
She indeed hated Luo Xiao.
Afraid of her anger, Leng Qing hurriedly held her hand, "Qingqing, it's a long story, but now you're safe, everything is over..."
Han Qingqing glanced at him and then lifted her head, her gaze landing directly on Mo Nanjue.
Leng Qing felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and Han Qingqing opened her mouth, "President, was it you who saved me?"
Mo Nanjue, hands in pockets, looked at her coldly with his handsome eyes, as aloof as a wolf just like the first time they met, and he bluntly said, "You should know, I've always wanted to kill you."
