"Are you satisfied after splattering yourself with blood during a murder and arson?"
The resentful words spilled out, and Mu Jingxi's handsome features immediately furrowed in displeasure.
He didn't like her speaking to him in such a biting tone.
It was as if they were enemies.
"Come upstairs with me."
Mu Jingxi grasped her wrist and led her upstairs.
Lai Qinghuan watched the discordant atmosphere between the two, lost in thought.
Bang!
The bedroom door closed, and Mu Jingxi released her hand, examining her with scrutinizing eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No."
Rubbing her wrist, Qiao An flopped onto the bed, no longer in the mood for dinner.
Seeing Lai Qinghuan just killed her appetite.
Seeing him outright turned her stomach.
"Where have you been?"
Mu Jingxi stood by the bed, taking in her exhausted expression.
Qiao An turned over, her back to him, unwilling to engage with him.
