Qin Miaomiao covered her face: "This… it's actually a misunderstanding… I can explain."
Lu Qing: Explain.
Xu Jiaojiao: Explain.
Jin Jing: Watching the show.
Three pairs of eyes stared at her simultaneously. She suddenly felt immense pressure—how should she explain?
She swallowed nervously and cautiously chose her words:
"Um, Mr. Jin, how about you take Jiaojiao out for a stroll first?"
Jin glanced at Lu Qing, then at Jiaojiao, and decisively shook his head.
Lu Qing raised his hand, resting it on top of her head, rubbing her hair little by little. The corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile, but that smile somehow sent chills down her spine.
"I abandoned you first? Hm? Spread scandalous rumors? Hm? Stayed out all night? Hm?"
Every time he said "hm," Qin Miaomiao felt her heart tremble. Well, it wasn't wrong, but that was the old Lu Qing.
Jiaojiao chimed in at this moment:
