After the initial panic, An Ziqi finally regained her composure.
Lin Man had warned her before that Lin Qiaoqiao might have ulterior motives.
She had already noticed, but what they didn't expect was that in just two days, Lin Qiaoqiao would move so quickly.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in her chest, looked up at Xiao Moli and gave him a smile, casually saying, "I know."
She exerted force with her hand, broke free from his grasp, bent down, and began picking up Xiao Moli's clothes from the floor one by one.
Xiao Moli, in a panic, rushed forward, reaching out to grip her arm and pull her up.
An Ziqi placed the clothes in her hand onto the bed.
Then she turned around, went to the cabinet beside, got out some clean clothes, and stuffed them into Xiao Moli's arms, saying with a feigned lightness.
"Those clothes are dirty now. Put these on; I don't want other women looking at you again."
