Ding Fengchun had never felt so exasperated. She had forced herself to stay out, dragging a barista along to gossip until the mall closed, then deliberately wandered around downstairs for a while before finally going home.
The apartment was spotlessly clean, clearly Mu Zimo's handiwork. The scent of spicy crawfish still lingered in the air.
"You two were just eating crawfish?"
Qiao An nodded, lounging contentedly on the sofa as she scrolled through videos on her phone, enjoying the air conditioning with Little Qing and Little Bai in her arms.
"And that's all? Nothing besides eating crawfish?"
Exhausted from wandering around late into the night, Ding Fengchun slumped down at the dining table, feeling utterly drained.
"This won't do. I'm going upstairs to teach a certain someone a lesson!"
Completely oblivious to the situation, Qiao An didn't even shift her position, just kept watching her phone, cackling with a wide grin.
