The young maid finished speaking, then indignantly defended Qiao An, "What's there to apologize for? Commit a crime, go to jail, just go to jail, right?"
Mu Jingxi pondered for a moment. "Tell them to get out."
Standing on the stairs, Qiao An happened to hear this sentence. She leaned against the railing, her face pale and sickly, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"Let them in."
At the sound of her voice, everyone turned to look at her simultaneously.
The tall figure of the man immediately rushed to her side, carefully pulling her into his arms.
"Why did you come out? Whatever you want, just tell me, I'll get it for you."
Qiao An looked at the furrow in his brows and the deep concern in his eyes, and couldn't help but find it both endearing and heartbreaking.
Raising a hand, she gently stroked his handsome face. "I know…"
The man went visibly stiff in an instant.
His dark eyes flashed with a trace of confusion.
She knew?
