West Wing.
Mu Jingxi stepped inside, laying lazily on the couch was Qiao An, devoid of any image, immediately catching his eye.
Approaching, he bent over and pulled Qiao An up, "Miss Qiao is quite bold, daring to sneak out on her own."
"I'm fine." Qiao An struggled a bit but couldn't break free, so she simply let him be.
Rubbing her forehead sleepily, she covered her red lips with one hand and yawned gracefully, "So tired, I'm going upstairs to sleep."
"You haven't had dinner yet."
"I'm not eating."
Not eating?
She has low blood sugar; does she know what it means not to eat dinner?
"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I'm not an idiot, I ate some chocolate."
Mu Jingxi nodded in agreement, not that stupid after all.
His rough fingertips caressed her wrist's delicate skin, "Yan Zhenzhen is in the main building, do you want to join her for dinner?"
"She's out?" Qiao An's eyes narrowed slightly; she truly hadn't expected Yan Zhenzhen to be released so quickly.
