"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qiao Mianmian looked up and blinked.
"I just feel that you're a little different now."
"How am I different?"
"If this was in the past, you would have pleaded for her and asked me to let her off." Mo Yesi placed a hand on the top of her head and massaged it.
This time, it was Qiao Mianmian who was stunned for a few seconds.
"Was I so soft-hearted before?"
"Mm." Mo Yesi's slender fingers pressed against her scalp gently. The force was very suitable. "Don't you know what you used to be like?"
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
Alright.
She recalled that she used to be soft-hearted.
If it was the old her, she might have really asked Mo Yesi not to be too ruthless and let Little Xiao off.
Perhaps she'd been with Mo Yesi for too long.
She was slowly being assimilated by him.
She really didn't think Mo Yesi was that cruel.
He had no sympathy for Little Xiao.
