Coincidentally, the private room where Mu Jingxi was happened to be right next to Lu Yin's.
Jiang Xun anxiously thought to himself that this was trouble, instinctively glancing at the man beside him.
Mu Jingxi's expression was complex, a cloud of low pressure enveloping him, making it impossible for anyone to guess his mood at the moment.
At nine in the evening, Lu Yin and Qiao An walked out of the private room holding Little Nuomi's hand, resembling a family of three.
Smoking in the corridor, Mu Jingxi turned his head and saw this glaring scene.
His mood instantly worsened.
Little Nuomi's bouncing figure was filled with happiness, clearly showing how good her mood was.
They really looked like a harmonious family of three.
"Ha." With a cold laugh, he pressed out his cigarette butt and turned to leave.
