That was Qiao's mother's voice, standing frozen in astonishment.,The man seemed to be angered by her words. His thin lips curled into a sinister smile, not becoming gentle, but rather more unrestrained and wild.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.。