Su Qiqi found herself completely defenseless against Jin Muchen.
She resignedly clutched her head, fuming, "It's all your fault for not answering my phone call."
"I was in a meeting and didn't hear it earlier. I sent you a message afterwards, did you see it?" His voice was soft and gentle, like a morning breeze, slipping into Su Qiqi's ears.
Su Qiqi felt that his voice held a bewitching power, just like his eyes, able to pierce through people's hearts.
"I saw it."
Jin Muchen looked at her sudden deflation, like a wilted eggplant. He lifted a hand and pinched her pale cheeks, "I will call you next time."
"Alright, go take a bath now." Half of Su Qiqi's anger had already dissipated. She had waited half the night, and now that he was back, she couldn't help but feel drowsy.
Jin Muchen tousled the top of her head and curved his lips into a smile, "You go to sleep first."
He seemed to have no temper in front of Su Qiqi.
