Such a look made Ji Wei furrow her brow. Zhu Jianian brought this upon herself, and now she wanted to blame her?
"Mo Qian, I'd like to talk to her alone, is that okay?" Ji Wei suddenly said.
Gu Moqian glanced at her briefly, then nodded lightly, "Alright."
He understood that some matters needed to be resolved between women.
After Gu Moqian left, Ji Wei, holding a flashlight, approached Zhu Jianian, crouched down, and abruptly reached out to pull the towel from Zhu Jianian's mouth.
Finally free, Zhu Jianian gasped heavily for fresh air. Her face, from the previous fall, was scraped and bleeding slightly.
Ignoring her pain, she struggled to prop herself up on her elbows, her hateful gaze fixed firmly on Ji Wei.
"Why are you here?" Zhu Jianian said through trembling clenched teeth, her voice sharp with venom.
