Mu Jingxi: "..."
Qiao An glanced at him, "You can leave now."
The man took a step away but then brought it back, turning to walk into the apartment.
Qiao An was knocked aside, stumbling a few steps before she barely managed to steady herself. She clutched her shoulder and stamped her foot, "Mu Jingxi, you did that on purpose!"
"That's right," the man admitted brazenly.
Qiao An: "..."
Petty man, just because I teased him a little, he's resorting to revenge!
Qiao An followed him into the apartment, Mu Shaoxi burst out of the kitchen like a whirlwind and accurately latched onto Qiao An's legs.
"Pretty sister, you're back?"
Mu Shaoxi had tried Uncle Wang's cooking in the kitchen, with sauce still smeared on the corner of his mouth, he looked like a little flower cat, adorably tilting his head up at her.
Qiao An nodded her head, "Sister's back, is Little Yinzhang happy?"
"Happy!"
