It was nearly ten o'clock, and guests at the banquet were leaving one after another. Mu Zisu glanced at his watch, informed Pei Mojing and Mu Zixuan, and then went to find Xiaoxiao.
As he pushed open the door of the private room, the silence inside was deafening, not a single sound to be heard, and his gaze involuntarily fell on the petite figure on the sofa.
Moving closer slowly, he looked at Xiaoxiao with her eyes closed and brows slightly furrowed, and he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh...
Bending down, he carefully lifted her into his arms. Although his movements were gentle and light, he still managed to startle the sleeping Xiaoxiao awake.
When Xiaoxiao opened her eyes and saw it was Mu Zisu, the grievances in her heart suddenly surged forward, turning her face away, refusing to even glance at him.
She was wrongly accused for no reason and left here alone by him; she didn't want anything to do with him.
