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She did her best to blink her eyes and looked over. It was still the same face. For a moment, she was at a loss for words. Heavens, what was going on? This middle-aged man's face was quite similar to Xi Mubai's!

The middle-aged man looked at Qiao Mu who had a stunned expression and a face full of shock. His face was full of apology, "Little girl, are you alright? "Sorry, sorry."

Only then did Qiao Mu recover her senses as she hurriedly shook her head and said, "No, I'm fine."

He smiled at Qiao Mu. This smile made Qiao Mu even more frightening. She suddenly widened her eyes. The heck, this was a middle-aged Xi Muqiao.

He looked at Qiao Mu who was blocking the door, his face filled with anxiety. "Miss, are you really alright?" If there's nothing else, can you let me pass? I have something urgent. "

"Oh, oh, oh."

She moved closer to the door and watched the middle-aged man enter.

She could hear the man's anxious voice, "Xiaoli, hurry up and come back with me. Jingjing couldn't catch her breath just now. She's holding it in so much that her face is flushed red. She's currently rescuing us."

"Splash!" A sound came from inside, as if someone's kettle was broken.

Without waiting for Qiao Mu to reach out her head, a man and a woman hurriedly ran out. She quickly dodged to the side and saw that the woman who ran out was the aunt who had been fetching water.

She had originally thought that perhaps she had met Xi Muqiao's father, but after seeing this situation, it was clear that this uncle and that auntie were husband and wife. That Jingjing was their child, and that auntie looked like she was at least forty years old.

She rubbed her chin as she thought to herself, when Xi Muqiao reaches this age, he should be around the same age, perhaps even more beautiful and charming than the uncle just now. After all, Xi Muqiao's figure was more upright and his facial features were more deep, and he also had a reserved temperament and a cold Lingyun aura, which that uncle didn't have.

She slowly walked back with the kettle in her hand. Just as she turned a corner, she saw a few nurses pushing a stretcher towards her with the uncle and auntie from before following them.

She quickly stepped aside and saw that the aunt's face was full of tears.

"Jingjing, don't leave mom behind."

As the stretcher passed her, she took a quick glance at the stretcher. A teenage girl with her eyes closed was very thin. Her face was as pale as paper, but her lips were frighteningly purple.

Lin Wei had been hospitalized here for a long time, and she had seen this kind of situation many times. Previously, she was very afraid of seeing this kind of scene, afraid that one day, the one who would lie on the stretcher was her mother.

Fortunately, they met Xi Muqiao, so none of this would happen. His mother was about to undergo surgery, and the debts of his family would soon be paid off.

Lin Wei was lying on the bed as she pushed open the door to the ward. Xi Muqiao was sitting on the sofa beside her, and the two of them were chatting from time to time.

Lin Wei only felt that this man's bearing was extraordinary. His every word and gesture carried an air of elegance, giving off a feeling of being unapproachable and unapproachable.

She did not recognize Mu Qiao as she came to River City when Qiao Mu was still in university. At that time, her heart was already in disarray and she was tormented by illness every day, so she did not have the energy to read the newspapers.

When Xi Muqiao left, Lin Wei told Qiao Mu to follow him out.

In the corridor, Qiao Mu insisted on keeping a distance from Xi Muqiao. They walked in a line, with no communication whatsoever. Every medical staff here knew his, so it was best to be careful.

At the entrance of the Inpatient Department.

Qiao Mu followed behind Xi Muqiao like a small tail as her small mouth began to chatter. "Uncle, I met a middle-aged uncle when I went to fetch hot water. He looks just like you. Even if he wasn't as tall, he wouldn't be as imposing as you."

Xi Muqiao's hand that was about to light up his cigarette stopped, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he collapsed. His eyes darkened, and the blackness in his eyes seemed to have merged with the cold wind.

Qiao Mu kept one hand in her pocket while the other stroked her bangs that had been blown around by the wind. She didn't notice anything unusual about Xi Muqiao.

"At the beginning, I thought he was your dad, but he looks so much like you. I didn't expect you to bump into someone else, haha."

Xi Muqiao slowly let out a puff of white smoke. His expression was dark and gloomy amidst the white smoke. He turned around and calmly changed the topic.

"Do you really not need me to send you back to school in the afternoon?"

Qiao Mu shook her head, pouting as she glared at him, "Don't you dare drive your car to my school! Didn't you see that a large group of little girls have their souls stolen by you? Last time you went there, you were targeted by Chang Yao, and you even took her for a ride. Who knows if some evil spirit even came? Please uncle, please spare me some snacks!"

Looking at his wife, whose small mouth could hold oil bottles, Xi Muqiao chuckled. His eyebrows were like blossoming peach blossoms. He loved to see his wife jealous. Her pouting appearance was so adorable that it seemed explosive.

He bent down slightly, put on her down jacket and hat, and patted her little head.

"It's cold today. Quickly go back. I'll bring you back to our home one day."

I'll take you back to our house …

These words lingered on Qiao Mu's tongue, rippling over and over like she was drinking honey. The sweetness ran from the tip of her tongue all the way to her heart, her heart warm in the chilly wind.

She raised her head with a smile. Her eyes were like the half-crescent moon as she nodded heavily.

"Alright!"

Xi Muqiao watched Qiao Mu turn around and enter the Inpatient Department's lobby before starting the car and slowly leaving.

When his wife wasn't around, he didn't need to hide his presence anymore. His body instantly exuded an icy aura, his face was like ice, his black eyes were as cold as ice, and his thin lips were pressed into a line.

Of course he knew who the person who looked so much like him was. Madam was right, that person was his father, but he wasn't worthy right now.

The reason why he gave up on Little Yan and him after receiving five million was to save his so-called little daughter. Fourteen years later, he took away another five million and completely broke off their father-son relationship.

Although he had seen many passersby again, only he knew about the news of the journey from the banquet.

When Qiao Mu went back, she met the little girl in the corridor. This time, the middle-aged man wasn't by her side. There was only the aunty. She was wiping tears from her eyes as she called and whispered to her.

Qiao Mu rubbed his shoulder as she saw her bloodshot eyes and heard what she said.

"Jingjing is fine now, I rescued her. Come visit her another day …"