"Miss Huang, this is my house." Qian Yikun stood at the door with a dark expression on his face.
Huang Jiaojiao had already entered the house. She waved her expensive bag in her hand and looked around, completely ignoring Qian Yikun's words.
"Qian Yikun, I'm your fiancée," said Huang Jiaojiao gleefully as she turned to look at the man at the door.
Qian Yikun inhaled deeply. It was not enough to make him angry at a little girl her age. At most, he would go back and explain everything once and for all, that he and Huang Jiaojiao would never—
"If you're his fiancée, then who am I, Mrs. Qian, supposed to be?"
Before Qian Yi Kun could finish his thought, Mo Fei had already spoken with an ambiguous smile on her face.
Mo Fei leaned against the bedroom door, and her pale face was tinged with feebleness. Her face looked completely different from the face that Huang Jiaojiao saw last time. Mo Fei was currently using her real face.
