Seeing the person who left and came back again, the calmness that had just settled in was immediately blown away.
"Why do you keep haunting me?"
The man's thin lips pressed together, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward, large hands clasping her wrist, "The chef made a few dishes, get up and have some." "Looking at your face makes me lose my appetite."
The moment the insulting words were uttered, the man's body stiffened.
A storm brewed rapidly in his eyes.
Qiao An lowered her eyelids, prying apart his fingers one by one, "Don't touch me with those filthy hands."
"What do you want to know?"
Mu Jingxi looked down at her from above, "Playing around with women, who told you I was doing that?"
"Isn't it true?"
"No." Mu Jingxi denied it flatly and completely.
Qiao An didn't believe a word. If it wasn't true, how did Han Xintong get his phone?
That night, when he returned to the main building, he took a shower right away.
