"I...I didn't do anything," Miao Qingqing suddenly felt a wave of guilt.
"Nothing's the matter? Then why is your face so red?" Miao Xuanxuan asked while helping Song Xiaodong walk inside, peering curiously at Miao Qingqing.
Miao Qingqing dared not meet Miao Xuanxuan's gaze and said, "I went out for drinks, what else would make my face red?"
"You went drinking? That doesn't sound right. If you had drunk, you definitely wouldn't have driven. Besides, that smell of alcohol is clearly coming from Xiaodong. You don't have even a hint of it on your breath. No, something's not right here, there's definitely a problem."
Having been directly called out by Miao Xuanxuan, Miao Qingqing was quite embarrassed. She glanced around, saw that Song Xiaoru wasn't in the living room, and, bristling with indignation, said, "It's all because of that bastard getting handsy."
