Anger flashed through her. Jealousy turned her expression feral. "Why is she here, Senior?"
"Xiao Yue brought her here," Huo Xiaoran said.
Only then did the anger in Lu Mo's heart ease slightly.
She braced herself and walked up to Qiao An. Although she openly pleaded on Li Changhai's behalf, she spoke with a superior tone. With an oppressive edge, she said, "Qiao An, my Uncle Li did do something wrong to you. However, he didn't cause you any substantial harm. Now that he's been sentenced to ten years, frankly, this punishment is too heavy."
Qiao An looked up at her calmly.
"So, do you want me to plead on his behalf?"
Lu Mo said, "Yes."
"Impossible," Qiao An refused firmly.
She placed the teacup in her hand elegantly on the coffee table, then stood up and stood in front of Lu Mo.
