Qiao An's wrist tightened, and she had already been dragged out by Mu Jingxi.
"Hey, Xigua, what's wrong with you?"
The man didn't say a word and just pulled her along.
Qiao An was utterly confused, "What's going on here?"
Stumbling along as he dragged her, Qiao An nearly fell, but Mu Jingxi stuffed her into a car and immediately drove off.
The driver glanced at Mu Jingxi in the rearview mirror and was startled by the coldness emanating from him.
What happened?
Do the Ji Family have such power, to anger the third young master to this extent?
Qiao An looked hesitantly at the man beside her, "Hey."
Unmoved.
Her tender forefinger poked his arm, "Xigua."
Still, no response.
Qiao An's eyebrows knitted slightly, her delicate finger becoming more daring as she poked his firm chest, "Young Master Mu, don't give me the cold shoulder. Talk to me, why are you angry?"
"Shut up."
Such a nuisance.
Qiao An grinned, "Hehe, could it be that you're 'A rage for humankind's beauty'?"
