After breakfast, Mu Jingxi asked Xia Lin to take Qiao An back to the aerospace base.
After a few steps, Qiao An suddenly stopped in her tracks, her beautiful eyes narrowing in confusion, "Xigua."
The man looked at her with cold eyes, deep and dark, as mysterious and unfathomable as a cold pool.
"Aren't you coming with me?" she asked.
"I have other things to do."
What he implied was to let Xia Lin take her to the base, and that he was not going.
For some reason, Qiao An always felt that he was behaving oddly, as if... someone had annoyed him.
Before breakfast, she had asked the servants, and they said nothing had happened.
Nothing happened?
She didn't believe it.
"Hey, you're my personal bodyguard. It doesn't make sense for you not to follow me," Qiao An walked up to him, her stunningly beautiful face lifted slightly, eyeing him with interest.
Mu Jingxi, his face betraying no emotion, replied, "I'll come over after I finish what I need to do."
