Qiao An snorted coldly and fiercely threw the water glass onto the floor.
Crash!
The glass shattered upon impact!
Mu Jingxi hadn't even touched Qiao An when she violently slapped his hand away.
Slap!
The crisp sound left Mu Jingxi stunned for a good while before he realized his hand had been hit.
He slowly lowered his gaze to his hand, which was already reddened.
His languid cold eyes gradually focused, "Qiaoqiao..."
His hoarse voice carried a trace of confusion.
Qiao An crossed her arms in front of her chest, her expression one of extreme aloofness, her eyes filled with mockery, "Do you think you have the right to call me Qiaoqiao? Call me Miss Qiao!"
Mu Jingxi's sensually thin lips pursed slightly, and his tall figure seemed to lose balance, lunging toward her—
"Be careful!" Lai Qinghuan called out anxiously, reaching out from behind to wrap his arms around Mu Jingxi's lean waist.
The body that was falling forward got pulled back by someone grabbing his waist.
