The man remained silent throughout.
Qiao An finally sensed something was off. She furrowed her brows slightly, moved closer to the bedside, and bent over to look at him, "Mu Jingxi, why aren't you speaking? Are you asleep?"
Mu Jingxi slowly opened his eyes, his cold gaze fixed on her.
In that instant, Qiao An saw clearly the chilly light in the depths of his eyes; it froze her on the spot, sending chills down her spine.
"What's... what's wrong with you?"
What happened?
He was fine just a moment ago, so why did he become so strange the moment she went upstairs?
Mu Jingxi got up from the bed. His complexion was pale, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and from the color of his eyes, Qiao An understood his emotions at that moment.
Dissatisfied!
Extremely dissatisfied.
Subconsciously taking two steps back, she didn't understand what she had done again to upset him.
"Mu Jingxi, what's the matter with you exactly?"
"Qiao An, are you keeping anything from me?"
