In the bedroom.
Qiao Ruoxin's mind was in total chaos; she really wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
As soon as Mo Chen entered, a pillow smashed fiercely towards him, but with a turn of his head, he dodged it effortlessly.
Then, another pillow hit him even harder.
"Mo Chen, it's all your fault! I'll never be able to face anyone again! That was your father just now, wasn't it?"
The man walked to the bed and responded indifferently, "Mm."
Upon hearing the dog man's single 'mm', Qiao Ruoxin felt an urge to bite him to death!
The next second, she buried her face in the pillow and started crying out of frustration and embarrassment.
He sat down on the bed, leaned over to straighten her small face, and then his gaze collided with her wet, tearful eyes, her cheeks streaked with tears.
She was really crying?
Mo Chen took a tissue to wipe away her tears: "Why are you crying? It was unintentional."
