"Master Xia, let her go." Although Qiao Nanmu did not use force in his hand, his words were in a tone of unquestionable.

I couldn't help looking at Qiao Nanmu, unable to see the depth in his eyes, only seeing his somewhat cold side face.

"If you ask me to let me go, just let me go?" Xia Lingcheng glanced at Qiao Nanmu with a smile, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

Meng Xi couldn't help but exclaim, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead in pain.

Qiao Nanmu frowned and pursed his lips calmly.

I know that every time Qiao Nanmu purses his lips, it means he is in a bad mood. This is his habitual action.

I stepped forward and intervened between Xia Lingcheng and Meng Xi. Xia Lingcheng let go of his hand like a conditioned reflex. At this moment, Meng Xi had no idea where he got his strength and swept towards me in the face. I couldn't avoid it, and I was slapped in the face.

"Bang." A very crisp slap.

Actually, this slap was really weak, but I just felt the scorching pain on my cheeks. It was not pretentious, but it was really painful.

Xia Lingcheng was stunned at first, then cursed swear words and pulled me over, with gloomy eyes.

"Do you woman have a brain problem? Why are you here?" He said as he reached out and touched my cheek hard. His rough movements made me feel very painful.

Qiao Nanmu's hand had reached mid-air. Looking at the person who was pulled away by Xia Lingcheng first, he pursed his lips again.

Meng Xi didn't expect that she could really hit me. Although she was a little relieved, Qiao Nanmu was there at this moment, and she really couldn't make a fuss.

"Miss Gu, you're too much." She covered her face and tears flowed out naturally.

Xia Lingcheng's sharp gaze shot towards Meng Xi, and the violence in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Meng Xi was slightly stunned when he saw this, subconsciously took a big step back, and then looked at Qiao Nanmu with some aggrievance.

"It hurts." I waved Xia Lingcheng's hand and said this word lightly. Xia Lingcheng's hand froze in the air, and cursed with some irritation: "What's the pain? End it for me. Isn't it just that I've been beaten? What's the pain for you?"

Xia Lingcheng couldn't help but look down and cursed in his heart: Damn, that red seal is really annoying.

Qiao Nanmu was silent for a moment, and looked at Meng Xi with a calm and gentle breeze.

There is no blame or care. It’s just such a faint look, no emotions are included.

"Nanmu." Meng Xi panicked in her heart and subconsciously called out.

Qiao Nanmu glanced at her and said lightly: "I said, you should call me boss or Master Qiao." The look was like looking at a stranger, a stranger who had nothing to do with it.

Meng Xi's face changed.

Qiao Nanmu ignored her anymore, turned around and walked to me, blocked Xia Lingcheng without any trace, and reached out to raise my face.

His movements were gentle and pity, and his eyes softened slightly.

"Does it hurt?" He looked at the faint red mark on my face, stretched out his index finger and rubbed slowly.

I looked at Qiao Nanmu, the unconcealed pity in his eyes, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." I lowered my eyes, not wanting to look deeper at his eyebrows.

Xia Lingcheng, who was pushed away, glared at Qiao Nanmu in displeasure, and he snorted and did not step forward again.

He clearly felt a moment of distress just now.

Give her heartache!
Chapter completed!