Ji Wei lifted her eyes and was met with the fiery gaze of Nan Huiru, whose voice boomed above her head: "Who told you to pick it up? Mind your own business!"
Before Ji Wei could react, her wrist was seized by Gu Moqian, who strode over quickly. The man looked at the bloodstained tips of her fingers with a pained expression, his face cold and shrouded as if with frost.
"It's just a small cut, I'm fine." Ji Wei tried to pull her hand back, but Gu Moqian held it tightly.
In front of Nan Huiru, he lowered his head and sucked the blood from her wounded fingertips.
This act, one reserved for only the most intimate of relationships, incensed Nan Huiru even more. Gu Moqian had never shown such tenderness or care for her as his own mother. What gave this woman the right!
"The distance between me and Moqian is all because of you, you vile woman! And you still have the audacity to show up here? Get out!" Nan Huiru exploded, pointing at Ji Wei with spittle flying as she berated her.
