Maomao collapsed onto the sofa, her pink lips parted slightly, struggling to react.
Nineteen, was he angry?
Having never seen Jian Tianlin angry before, Maomao was at a loss to understand his thoughts at the moment.
The lively atmosphere suddenly became somewhat delicate.
Quan Tianqi and Bai Feizhan also noticed that something was off, their gazes shifting between the two.
Jian Tianlin realized that his attitude had been poor just now, he looked down at Maomao, who sat on the sofa at a loss, a trace of annoyance flashing through his depths.
"A perfectly good cake was wasted by you all. Hurry up and wipe that cake off your face, lest Shanshan and Mu Chen arrive later and laugh at you." In the end, it was Bai Feizhan who stepped in to smooth things over.
"I've already asked someone to bring clothes over. Everyone should change first." Quan Tianqi patted Jian Tianlin's shoulder, silently worrying about his EQ.
