Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
However, the wardrobe, once brimming with clothes, was now empty. There wasnât even a single piece of clothing left as though they had just disappeared into thin air.
It was then that Mu Xiaoxiao felt all her blood drain to her feet.
The clenching in her chest was uncomfortable!
Mu Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, tears swirling in her eyes.
Even if she had said that she didnât like the clothes, he shouldnât have given them to An Zhixin to wear, right?
That b*stard!
What was he trying to do!
Mu Xiaoxiao cried in anger, her tears falling uncontrollably.
She slammed the wardrobe door shut. She didnât want to be reminded of this upsetting thing anymore.
She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the house.
â¦
At the Hans.
Once Han Qiqing learned of the events from Mu Xiaoxiao, she slammed the table in anger. âWhat the f*ck is Yin Shaojie trying to do? Isnât that a**hole simply providing for her every need now? Xiaoxiao, how could you let him do this? Are you an idiot!â
Mu Xiaoxiao had already calmed down. Apart from the redness in her eyes, it was impossible to tell that she had cried.
Upon hearing Han Qiqingâs words, she sighed helplessly and replied, âWhat can I do? Order him to stop helping An Zhixin?â
Firstly, she didnât know if Yin Shaojie would actually listen to her. Secondly, even if he did, wouldnât it be her fault if An Zhixin got into trouble?
Han Qiqing thought for a while before nodding. âOh, if you did that, youâd be the bad guy.â
Mu Xiaoxiao didnât reply. She gazed ahead at a random spot, her emotions in a mess.
The room was filled with the aroma of lavender, but it wasnât enough to calm her feelings.
Her emotions got worse with the passage of time.
Suddenly, the peace was broken by a shrill chime.
Han Qiqing nudged her and wagged her brows. âYour phoneâs ringing. Could it be Yin Shaojie?â
âI donât know.â Mu Xiaoxiao sat up on her chair but didnât move her legs, for the both of them were in the middle of a SPA session where the masseuses were massaging the acupoints of their feet.
A domestic helper fetched her phone.
Mu Xiaoxiao took her phone and looked at the screen. The caller was indeed Yin Shaojie.
Mu Xiaoxiao pouted. She didnât feel like picking up.
Han Qiqing urged her, âPick it up! Letâs see how that jerk explains himself out of this. Donât worry; Iâm here to help you!â
It was only then that Mu Xiaoxiao took the call.
Yin Shaojieâs bullying tone spoke as soon as she put the phone to her ear.
âWhere have you been? Didnât I tell you to inform me when you go out? Where are you?â
Mu Xiaoxiao recalled the incident about the dress and became angry. His voice was making her angrier, and she didnât want to speak to him at all.
She harrumphed coldly and said, âI donât want to speak to you.â
âWhy?â The bullying in Yin Shaojieâs voice toned down as he realized that she sounded odd.
âI donât want to speak to you, and thatâs that!â
Yin Shaojie chuckled suddenly, âIs it because Iâm not home today and you miss me already? Is that why youâre upset?â
âScram! Only a ghost would miss you!â Mu Xiaoxiao huffed in anger.
How dare he treat her so flippantly now?
Han Qiqing, who had been listening in, raised her brows before making a gesture to Mu Xiaoxiaoâs masseuse.
Yin Shaojie said, âWhere are you?â Hurry up and tell me; Iâll come over right now.â
âNo â AH!â Mu Xiaoxiao was going to say there was no need, but the masseuse had unexpectedly pressed on a particular acupoint, causing her to scream out in pain.
âWhatâs wrong? Xiaoxiao?â Yin Shaojieâs voice sounded anxious through the phone.
In a single motion, Han Qiqing snatched Xiaoxiaoâs phone away and terminated the call.