Qiao Qiao had always been reluctant to admit that she was a willful person.
Back then, she dared to go against Shao Jingmo when she was young. She even ran away from home for three years in a fit of anger. She had always lived a free and unrestrained life, like the wind.
Now, she was willing to admit that she was a willful person in front of Shao Jingmo. She was so willful that he was helpless and had a headache.
"Are you angry with me?" Shao Jingmo asked as he sat down beside her.
Qiao Qiao shook her head. "How would I dare to be angry with you? Little Uncle, you're thinking too much."
How could Shao Jingmo not tell if she was angry? He knew her too well. Anger was always on her face, and she could not hide it at all. He thought about the reason for her anger for a moment before asking tentatively, "Is it because I didn't wait for you when I went out this morning, or because I didn't tell you that I was on a business trip today?"
