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Mo TIngyue didn't say anything. She waited for a long time, but there was still no sign of Joanna questioning him like last time.

He suddenly felt flustered. Thinking of how his sister-in-law Qin had described her as pale and drenched, he felt a bit apologetic and then slowly opened his mouth. "Yesterday …"

"I know, you're busy."

He simply opened his mouth and cut off his words.

Qiao An Xia seemed to know what Mo Ting Yue wanted to ask, so he directly answered.

The words that were about to come out of her mouth caught her off guard. She then continued, "Sister Qin, you …"

"No cold, no fever." Without waiting for the other party to finish asking, he answered immediately.

Qiao Anxia raised his eyes and did not have any other reactions. He was calm like he was looking at a stranger. He lightly pursed his lips and said, "I'm fine."

Her calm eyes stung Mo Tinyue's heart.

He would rather have Joanna grumble at him for being angry with him, and grumble at him for being so rowdy, than for her to ignore his existence as if she were a stranger.

It was unknown if it was due to guilt or panic, but Mo Tingyue's cold tone of voice changed. She unexpectedly said gently, "After breakfast, I will bring you to see father."

Compensation?

Qiao Anxia smiled faintly and replied with a "En". He lowered his eyes and did not say anything else.

He was still the same as before.

He thought that if he slapped her and gave her another sweet date, she would be able to shake her tail and beg for mercy like she did in the past, circling around him all day long.

Unfortunately, she had had enough.

He had had enough.

"Qiao Anxia, what happened to you?" Mo Tingyue put down the knife and fork in her hand and narrowed her eyes as she looked at Qiao Anxia. She was so calm that it didn't seem like a reaction from a living being.

It caused him to feel inexplicably anxious in his heart.

Abnormal, too abnormal.

She looked up with a faint smile. "Do you still need me to say thank you?"

"No need." Mo TIngyue's eyes flickered with anger and anger. She felt as if she was holding back a breath in her heart.

He didn't know why, but he felt a little tired after staying in the hospital for so long beside Song Yi Xue.

He found a reason to come back in the morning and looked forward to seeing Joanna's figure busily working in the kitchen. He looked forward to seeing her cooking breakfast.

However, when she came back, she was still in bed. She had heard from Sister Qin that she came back very late yesterday and was drenched. Her face was pale and haggard. The bodyguard also said that she waited outside for ten hours.

He knew that he had neglected Xue'er by accompanying her. He felt sorry for her, so he immediately got his bodyguard to contact the prison and arrange for her to be taken to see her father. He then let the kitchen cook her favorite breakfast and let the servants call her down for dinner.

In fact … He had the urge to hug her when he saw her.

Never would he have thought that the scene of their meeting would be like this.

Unlike Mo Tinyue, Qiao Anxia's breakfast was the most comfortable breakfast she had eaten in the past four years.

As expected, if one didn't care, then he or she would be incomparably relaxed.

After breakfast, Joanna went back to her room to change clothes and get dressed up.

When she came downstairs, Mo Tinyue was already waiting for her at the door.

Hearing the sound of high heels, he looked back and a stunning figure entered his eyes.

Beneath her black fish-tailed skirt, her two slender and straight snow-white legs were faintly discernible. The red high heels beneath her feet accentuated her delicate white skin and matched well with a wine-colored short jacket. It was noble and elegant.

The pair of clear eyes were as clear as crystal. They were as pure and pure as water and exuded a mysterious and cold aura.

Seeing Qiao Anxia like this, a trace of amazement flashed past Mo Tinyue's eyes. It was as if she had just met the real Qiao Anxia for the first time. This was her original appearance.

When he realized that the bodyguards and servants around him were also attracted to Joanna, he had an urge to hide her.

His face could not help but darken. "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Doesn't look good?" With a confident smile, Qiao Anxia indifferently looked at him.

"No." Mo Ting Yue's pupils contracted slightly as she was subconsciously attracted by her beautiful smile.

"As long as it looks good." He stopped at his side and said meaningfully, "I have always been his pride in my father's eyes."

After saying this, she did not stop by Mo TIngyue's side. She did not even spare him a glance as she walked out of the room.

Looking at Qiao Anxia's indifferent back view, Mo Tinyue suddenly felt a complex feeling in her heart.

Suddenly, she remembered three years ago when Qiao Anxia's father had been framed for commercial fraud. The Qiao Corporation had gone bankrupt. She had gone from a young miss with everything, to a young one with nothing. She could only rely on herself and not cower for even a second.

He had said that he could help her pay the tuition fees and all sorts of other fees, but that woman, Qiao Anxia, had refused very straightforwardly. She stubbornly went to work for a living, and even if she was mocked by her classmates, the black-hearted boss had met with all sorts of people and situations.

Her tuition and living expenses during university had all been earned by herself. He never would have thought that she would be so tenacious after falling from being a young miss of a rich family.

It seemed that she would definitely do what she had decided.

Except for the matter of expatriation...

For him, she gave up her dreams and the chance to become a fashion designer at home and abroad.

Thinking back to all the things that Joanna had done for him.

She suddenly felt that the punishment she had been given wouldn't be a little excessive …

Morting Moon Bentley stopped outside the prison.

Everything that had happened yesterday was still lingering in front of Qiao Anxia's eyes.

She stood outside this high wall for a full ten hours and soaked in the rain for nearly three hours. Mo Tinyue did not ask or even consider coming to pick her up.

This point was deeply engraved in her heart.

He followed beside Mo TIngyue and entered the high wall.

The guard led them to a small room, where she was waiting.

Qiao Anxia walked in and immediately saw the ancient figure sitting behind the table. His nose turned sour and he ran over. "Father."

"Little Xia." Looking at his daughter, Qiao Yue was also very happy. However, he saw that she was more haggard than last time and a lot thinner. He couldn't help but hold her hand in heartache. "You've lost weight."

Joanna and her father sat together, trying their best to hold back their tears. "I'm losing weight," she said with a bright smile.

It had been a long time since she had shown such a pure smile. In the other room, she could see Mo Tingyue through the monitor, and her eyes were gloomy.

"Dad, how are you?" When his gaze fell onto his father's snow-white temples, Qiao Anxia's heart throbbed in pain.

Her father was only forty-six years old. He was at the age when a man was running around in a shopping mall, but he had been framed and imprisoned here.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Qiao Yue's voice was magnetic and gentle. Although his figure was a bit old, it still couldn't conceal the deep facial features of his handsome face. His body had a maturity of reason that surpassed all, and a sharp gaze that was unique to his age.

With a single glance, he could tell that the current Qiao Anxia was different from the one who had come to see him before.

She had grown up.