Suddenly, the sound of a car startled the two people in the living room awake.
Mu Qingwan's face flushed with embarrassment as she straightened her clothes and shot Tang Feng a fierce glance before scurrying out.
"Qing Wan, why are you still here? Bring me my bag."
Upon hearing Xiao Ya's voice, Tang Feng clenched his teeth in frustration. It was this woman again, spoiling everything. He was so close—what a pity. Tang Feng knew that after missing this chance, Mu Qingwan would probably be more guarded next time.
At least she would be able to control her emotions now.
Tang Feng wore a look of dejection.
"Okay, okay, don't be mad. After taking such an advantage of your sister, what more do you want?" Mu Qingwan said, both irritated and amused at Tang Feng's expression.
"Sister, do you think Xiao Ya had a grudge against me in a past life?" Tang Feng asked with a wry smile.
