Calm and unruffled as if the previous incident had never happened.
"Third Young Master."
Lai Qinghuan was dressed in a champagne-colored body-hugging lace dress that accentuated her svelte, fiery figure.
Perhaps due to weakness, even her voice carried a soft, frail sweetness.
"Miss Lai, is there something you need?"
Given that she had once helped him out, Mu Jingxi always treated Lai Qinghuan with a measure of politeness.
"I remembered that my drone was left at the Main Building, so I came to retrieve it."
Indeed, her drone had been left in the Main Building.
Last time, Little Nuomi had found it on her own, and he had the servants put it away temporarily.
"Wait a moment, I'll have the servant bring it to you."
"Okay."
Mu Jingxi let go of Qiao An's hand and stepped inside.
Lai Qinghuan raised her hand to smooth her hair, looking at Qiao An with a mockingly amused expression, "I really didn't expect Miss Qiao to be so bold."
