When Fang Chen saw Qiao Anmu, a flicker of unease crossed his face. Thinking of her fierce temper, he instinctively shielded Qiao Annuo behind him.,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.。