Ning Xiaofei's eyebrows furrowed when she heard this. She had never heard Ji Mo mention this matter before. She was originally surprised that Gu Yu agreed to let Ye Qiao go free so easily. It turned out that there was this reason.
"I don't know exactly what this matter is about, and since these shares belong to my brother, he should be the one to collect the money. I can't accept it for him. When I see him, I will tell the matter to , I’ll let him contact you then. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first. Goodbye, Xicheng.”
Nodding to him, Ning Xiaofei turned and walked towards the car under the steps.
Xicheng took two steps forward and called her.
"Xiao Fei!"
Ning Xiaofei turned her face.
"I know that some of the things my sister did have hurt you." Xicheng's handsome face showed helplessness and more of an apology, "I apologize to you on her behalf. Please tell Director Ji and Ye Qiao that I'm sorry! "
Ning Xiaofei sighed in her heart, "If you really have to apologize, it should be her, not you."
"Then..." Xicheng hesitated for a few seconds, "Are we... still friends?"
Ning Xiaofei raised her lips, "Of course."
After saying that, she slowly turned around, met Su Ying who was standing not far away, and walked down the steps.
After getting in the car, she immediately called Ji Mo and felt relieved knowing that he had taken Ye Qiao back to his home to take care of him.
As the car moved forward, Su Ying sighed at the side.
"From the same mother, the gap between my sister and my brother is really huge!"
Ning Xiaofei just shook her head and sighed.
These siblings are completely opposite types.
As Xu Yang said before, Xicheng is really a very simple person, hating evil as much as he wants, upright and kind, but his temper is a bit spoiled, which makes people feel arrogant and difficult to get along with.
But this sister, whom everyone thought was gentle and kind, has been completely overturned by what happened in the past few days, and the things she has done are far more despicable and insidious than Pei Ruoxi.
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Ji's living room.
Ji Mo put the water plate he brought to the side of the sofa and carefully held Ye Qiao's bruised arm.
"I need to help you clean the wound, it will hurt a little!"
Holding her arm with one hand, he picked up the gauze soaked in medicinal solution and gently wiped off the dust and blood stains on her arm. As if he was afraid of hurting her, Ji Mo's movements were extremely gentle.
He wiped it very attentively, and his head was very close to Ye Qiao's arm, almost reaching in front of her face.
Leaning on the back of the sofa, Ye Qiao lowered his eyes slightly and could take in his face completely without having to look carefully.
The man has elegant facial features inherited from his mother, with fair skin, a straight nose, and deep, yet warm eyes under thick, black and long eyelashes.
As if he was afraid that she would be in pain, Ji Mo puffed his mouth slightly and blew on her wound.
The wound was originally burning with pain, but after blowing like this, there was a rare cooling sensation. Feeling the air he blew passing over his arm, Ye Qiao couldn't help but stand up on his hair and tremble slightly.
Feeling his movements, Ji Mo raised his eyes and looked over.
"pain?!"
Unexpectedly, he would suddenly raise his face and look at each other. Ye Qiao was panicked and hurriedly looked away.
"It doesn't hurt!"
Ji Mo lowered his face again and continued to help her clean the wound on her arm. He took the Yunnan Baiyao spray and sprayed it carefully on her wound, then put her arm on the back of the sofa.
Looking down at the injury on her knee, he stood up.
"Let me clean your knees too."