(To avoid any babies being upset, let me say this up front, nothing actually happened between Xiao Moli and Lin Qiaoqiao, so you can rest assured, Moli is still that pure-hearted guy.)
She placed the thermos container she was holding onto the coffee table in front of the sofa, then walked directly toward the lounge.
After only taking two steps, she saw something bundled on the floor in front of her, causing An Ziqi to pause and frown slightly.
She bent down and picked up the item on the floor, only to find it was Xiao Moli's shirt.
An Ziqi frowned even deeper, wondering just how exhausted he was last night, leaving the door open and even tossing his clothes here before going to sleep.
Given Xiao Moli's somewhat obsessive-compulsive cleanliness habit, this was nearly impossible.
Could it be that he's feeling unwell?
Thinking about the call she couldn't get through last night, she suddenly felt anxious and regretful.
