Lin Jiaojiao raised her head, but before she could clearly see the person, her waist was embraced by a pair of big hands.
"Prince... Prince..." As she looked into Yan Sihan's deep, cold eyes, Lin Jiaojiao inexplicably felt a little nervous.
And more than that, guilty.
Seeing that Yan Sihan didn't speak, she could only force a laugh and say with a grin, "When did the Prince return? I didn't know you were back."
"Last night." Yan Sihan's voice was slightly cold as he continued, "When I returned, I happened to see Jiaojiao climbing over the wall."
"Um..."
Lin Jiaojiao thought about that night when Yan Sihan had actually seen her climbing over the wall, as he had already entered through the front door, leaving her no choice but to climb out the back window and over the wall.
"Well..." Not knowing how to explain, Lin Jiaojiao could only lower her head.
The act, in the man's eyes, seemed like she was feeling wronged.
