Xiao Long raised an eyebrow, especially after Qiao Xin showered and sat downstairs to do her work again. There was something strange about Qiao Xin, and Xiao Long looked at it, then Xiao Long's eyebrows rose when he realized that the corner of Qiao Xin's lips was bleeding. His eyes also saw Qiao Xin's phone, which was out of shape, which Qiao Xin had entered the room as soon as she tried to put it together. But cell phone that has to destroy cannot be put together again.
"Are you in the office turning into a thug?" Xiao Long asked. Qiao Xin, who was busy with the paperwork, immediately looked at Xiao Long, a confused expression on her face at what her husband had just said. "What's wrong with your cell phone, and the corners of your lips? Are you saying you fell down stairs, rolled around until your phone and the corner of your lip hurt? Don't try to fool Mr. Han, Qiqi. I'm an expert on all sorts of things, so you can't be fooled so easily," Xiao Long snapped.
