Qiao Ruo pulled up her long skirts slightly and snuck into the residence, taking care not to make a sound. If Xiayuan knew she had left and spent the night with Cree, she would have to suffer his endless nagging, and she didn't want that.
She had not anticipated that not only was Xinyuan sitting before her with an interrogatory look on his usually calm visage, but her godmother was sitting calmly on one of the sofa armchairs, awaiting her return home!
