"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian set the little fellow on his legs and gazed at her solemnly. "Were you trapped inside your nightmare earlier?"
Qiao Mu nodded, and she immediately reached to hug his neck. She snuggled against his body like a small creature and whimpered, "Someone was whipping me, and it hurt."
A vicious current flitted across Mo Lian's eyes. "Who."
Qiao Mu shook her head. "It was blurry and I couldn't see her face. But if I encounter her again, I will definitely recognize her."
Mo Lian patted her back twice and then carried her over to the bed. "Don't think too much. We will naturally make those who owe us pay back their debts one by one. Why don't you sleep some more."
Right now, the little fellow looked lethargic and especially tired. It made Mo Lian's heart ache dearly.
