When Qian Meng heard Mu Chengxi's laughter, he somewhat incredulously moved the phone away from his ear, wondering if he had dialed the wrong number.
"Little princess... causing trouble? What kind of trouble?"
Once Qian Meng confirmed that it was indeed Mu Chengxi on the other end of the line, he grew even more puzzled by what Mu Chengxi had said. There was a schadenfreude tone that didn't quite sit right.
"You'll know when you get here. I have to go now. I've got other things to handle." Seeing that the person waiting for him nearby seemed a bit impatient, Mu Chengxi hurriedly hung up.
Mu Chengxi, gazing in Wen Xin's direction, quickly walked towards her, and as he reached her, he extended his hand and pulled Wen Xin into his embrace.
"Why didn't you go inside to wait for me?"
"It's fine; I was just waiting here for a while. Who were you talking to?" Wen Xin turned around in Mu Chengxi's arms and straightened the collar of his shirt.
