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She didn't care about the incoherent speech nor did she care about what was in her mouth. She would cry it out first. Maybe this old scoundrel would soften his heart and let her go.

If he was indifferent, at most he would scold back!

The corner of Xi Muqiao's mouth could not help but twitch as he looked at the little joke lying on the ground with tears and snot flowing out of his nose. Damn it, this little bastard, he got into the act too quickly.

Qiao Mu knelt on the ground and hugged Xi Muqiao's firm and powerful thighs as he sobbed loudly. While recounting his tragic family background, he wiped away his tears and snot onto Xi Muqiao's pants.

Xi Muqiao glared and swung his leg in disgust. This little thing was as lazy as a sloth, it was holding onto his leg and refusing to let go. This was too much.

Ten minutes later.

Qiao Mu was still crying. It was unknown if she was really scared or not, but at this moment she did not speak and only cried.

Xi Muqiao's heart softened. In the end, he was still a little thing that he had been thinking about for more than ten years. Seeing her crying like this, he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Get up." Xi Muqiao reached out to pull Qiao Mu away. The little thing remained unmoved and continued to bawl.

The man's voice was stern and forceful, with a hint of comical menace. "If you don't get up soon, go to the police station."

Pa! The little thing instantly stood up straight. Tears streamed down its face, and it was still crying.

"Don't cry!"

Her fair hand quickly covered her mouth, and with her other hand, she touched her wet hair, afraid that if she was too slow, she would be sent to the police station.

Xi Muqiao's loving gaze landed on Qiao Mu's small face. In the next second, the corner of his mouth twitched, he could not help but laugh out loud.

Qiao Mu was stupefied. A moment ago, her grieving expression had frozen. Her face was covered in tears as she blankly stared at that heaven shocking smile. She had never imagined that a man's smile could be so beautiful. He was truly a demon.

That kind of feeling was like rain and dew after a long drought. Water that had been thirsty for a long time poured into his heart, making every pore on his body feel extremely comfortable.

The corner of Xi Muqiao's mouth curled up into a smile. He looked at Lil Thing's frozen little face, and especially at that slender willow leaf eyebrow. He could not help but smile. His Lil Thing, when it cried, actually had such a funny face.

She had a delicate and pretty face the size of a palm, delicate and touching eyes, a nose that was slightly red from crying, and a pouting mouth that was very high.

However, when she smiled, her beautiful willow leaf eyebrows actually turned into octagonal! Coupled with the little guy's miserable expression, it looked like he was about to be crushed alive!

When he saw Little Rascal's face today, he felt that those funny videos were simply too weak. If he sent this face over, Little Rascal would be furious.

Seeing Xi Muqiao stare at him and laughing, Qiao Mu suddenly remembered. Damn, her eyebrows, whenhe cried, she would have a octagonal shape. She didn't know why, but he had been ridiculed countless times since he was young.

Qiao Mu was really embarrassed this time. F * ck, this is too embarrassing. Have she stepped on dog shit these past few days? Awkward things happened one after another. Other people had picked up 100 yuan, but this grocery lady forgot to charge. Why did everything change when he came to her place?

Why was it that ever since they met, this dead man had always been refined and elegant? Every move he made was beautiful and carried a trace of nobility and she had always been humiliated. It truly was infuriating, it was f * cking unfair.

Thinking this way, Qiao Mu's desire to buy a few kilograms of banana apples to honor the heavens was immediately dispelled.

He hurriedly raised his hand to rub his eyebrows. While he was angry, he felt even more wronged. Heavens, why was she in such a miserable state? How did the bad things happen to her?

Bad luck and bad luck, she probably talked about how she looked now.

Thinking about everything that happened since she was young, she could not help but shed tears. But this time, she only quietly shed tears, the tears quickly accumulated in her eyes and rolled down. Qiao Mu did not make a sound and from time to time, she would raise her hand to wipe it.

Even though he was crying quietly, it made his heart ache. Was this little bastard made of water? How could he cry so easily? Xi Muqiao's eyebrows knitted together. He took out a handkerchief and stepped forward, gently wiping the little bastard's tears.

"What are you crying for?"

Qiao Mu raised her head and looked straight into the man's eyes. Her long eyelashes were smeared with tears. His eyes were red, her lips were slightly pale, and her body was trembling slightly.

Little Rascal was scared.

"B-Uncle, I'm begging you, don't, don't send me to the police station, my mom is still in the hospital, I still need to earn money to pay off my debt, I can't enter the police station."

His words caused Xi Muqiao's heart to lurch. His eyes turned red, and he found it difficult to breathe. Every breath he took felt as if his internal organs were on fire, mixed with a faint trace of pain.

He remembered the thin pages of her life. His heart suddenly shrank like it had fallen into an icehouse. It was so cold that it hurt. He was 20 years old, and his youthfulness had not completely faded yet, but his little girl had already experienced the hardships of this world.

Fortunately, the tribulation did not wear down her sharpness, she was still the little thing in his memories. But he knew that the weaker he was, the tougher and sharper his appearance would be. Perhaps this was just a small protective shell.

Tears rolled down his cheeks one after another and dripped onto his slender fingers. The burning sensation caused his fingertips to tremble, but also caused the man's chest to heave up and down.

Qiao Mu's almond-shaped eyes carefully looked at the silent man. There was a trace of panic in her eyes, her lips pursed slightly, her face full of nervousness, her voice trembling. "You, what compensation do you want? As long as I have it, I'll give it all to you."

The handkerchief had been soaked. Was this little thing made of water? Was there so much tears? The man sighed lightly. His half-lidded eyes hid the moisture in his eyes. He spoke in a low and deep voice with a hint of undetectable hoarseness, "Don't worry. I won't send you to the police station even if I don't want compensation."

No compensation, and no going to the police station. That means we have to follow the rules of the underworld? The knife fell from his hand. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

F * ck, I've said so much, but I still can't escape.

"Wuu ~ ~" Her body trembled even more violently as she curled her lips. Her expression instantly turned sorrowful as tears fell from her eyes. She was caught off guard.

There was nothing he could do about Little Rascal's tears. Damn it, he had already said that he would not send any compensation to the police. Why was he crying now? Was he crying from joy?

"Wu wu, uncle, I know you're the head of the underworld, but I don't want to lose an arm or a leg. Wu wu, can we replace them with something else? I don't want to lose a piece of my body, wu wu …"

Xi Muqiao: "…"

"You're saying that I'm the head of the underworld?" Who the hell had ever seen such a handsome, elegant, and refined mafia lord?

Little Rascal nodded. "Ang."

Xi Muqiao, who was still feeling sorry for Little Rascal a moment ago, felt that he was about to die from anger. His temples throbbed again, and he didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry with him.