Could it be the legendary underage grandson from Old Master Jimo's family?
Luo Qianqian couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth as she struggled to control her facial expressions. Why did it feel like Qin Wen already knew something? Instinctively, she had already typed out a line on her phone.
"Hehe..." Qin Wen instinctively avoided Luo Qianqian's gaze, but his guilty demeanor said a lot.
Luo Qianqian narrowed her eyes and continued to type: The cake that's your portion is mine too, hmph.
Qin Wen was speechless. Why talk of such an inconsequential punishment after so keenly noticing there was an issue?
"Alright," Qin Wen said as he followed Qin Nuan to the side gate of the complex, where his car was parked. Seeing his sister standing in front of the car with her arms folded, he sighed, put Luo Qianqian down on the ground, then took out his keys and opened the car door.
