Li Yehan poured a glass of water and handed it to her: "Qiaoqiao, calm down. It's not worth squabbling with an idiot like him. If he's so dumb that he got played by Li Xia, then he deserved it."
Nan Qiao sat down and drank half the water.
"I want a cold Coke." Nan Qiao looked up at Li Yehan.
Li Yehan quickly fetched a bottle of cold Coke, twisted off the cap, inserted a straw, and handed it to Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao took a sip, and Li Yehan took the bottle back.
"Qiaoqiao, I'll talk to Mo Shaolin later. You don't need to worry."
"Talking to him won't change anything. He's already in too deep. Do you think he'll give a damn about what we think?"
Thinking of the child Huo Siyu lost, Nan Qiao felt a pang in her heart. Someone like Mo Shaolin didn't deserve to be that child's father.
Li Yehan said, "Take a break for a bit. I need to attend a meeting. I'll get off work early today and take you out for skewers, how about that?"
Nan Qiao nodded.