The other person seemed to offer some comfort, but she seemed to cry even harder the more they tried to comfort her. Finally, she sobbed as if she had been coaxed into leaving the hospital. The phone call ended. She was still crying.
"Don't cry, Momo, he'll be alright."
Mo Xiaoqing sat there silently, tears streaming down her face. She didn't say a word, just kept her head down, her long hair slowly sliding down her back, obscuring her face and making it impossible to see her expression.
The atmosphere around her seemed to freeze suddenly, and Mo Xiaoqing was like a solitary figure, an abandoned child, with no one willing to care about her, as if she were the only person left in the world…
Mo Xiaoqing exuded a low-pressure atmosphere, an unprecedented low-pressure atmosphere, an emotion that had never appeared on her before.
Mu Liangliang had never seen Mo Xiaoqing so lifeless before. She felt a pang of heartache, her heart clenching painfully, making it hard for her to breathe. She could only squat down in front of her and whisper to comfort her, "Mo Mo, listen to me. Qiao Qian'an protected his head with his hands just now, so his injury shouldn't be too serious. Don't be like this..." She felt sorry for her.
Although she had only met this girl twice and their relationship wasn't very deep, Mo Xiaoqing's personality really suited her taste.
As for Qiao Qian'an, she and I were originally from the same company. Even if it was just out of colleague friendship, she might still take advantage of my misfortune at this time.
"..." Mo Xiaoqing still didn't say a word. She stopped crying and just pursed her lips with her brows slightly furrowed.
Although she was spoiled and somewhat willful, she was not weak. She realized that those people were after her.
It's very likely that the same group of people were behind his previous two incidents.
She just couldn't understand it!
What kind of person would repeatedly target her like this?
"Mo Mo..." Mu Liangliang covered Mo Xiaoqing's right hand with both hands and was instantly frightened. Her palms were covered in blood, and her hands were ice cold, as if she had been in an ice cellar, without a trace of warmth.
The police officers over here were talking about something, and Mo Xiaoqing felt like there were many voices around her, but she couldn't tell which one was the police officer's voice.
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