Xiao Moli hurriedly reached out to pull her back, frowning and asked, "What's really the matter? I have no idea."
An Ziqi reached out to point at his chest, gritting her teeth and said, "Well, you tell me, was this place specially set up for Bai Xinxin in the past? Have you and her ever in here..."
She didn't finish her sentence later, but Xiao Moli understood what she was implying, and he couldn't help but find it laughable.
What on earth has she been thinking all the time in her head to come up with such a conclusion?
He reached out and pinched her little nose, "That's not true, it has never happened."
An Ziqi pushed his hand away, huffing, "You dare to quibble. Then how do you explain the picture in the room downstairs?"
"Picture? What picture?" Xiao Moli was confused.
"It's the one of Bai Xinxin standing on the Hollywood Walk of Fame." An Ziqi spat out, gritting her teeth.
