After staring at his phone in silence for five seconds, just when Shen Shaolin thought he wouldn't say anything more, Ji Muhan's voice suddenly rang out in the car.

"Give her the phone back."

Although Ji Muhan did not name names, Shen Shaolin knew exactly who she was referring to.

Shen Shaolin wanted to ask him if he was going, but then he thought that if he were going, he probably wouldn't have given him his phone in the first place.

He nodded, and was about to reach for his phone when he said, "Oh."

But a beautiful and slender hand beat them to it.

Shen Shaolin was a little confused for a moment, watching Ji Muhan quickly put her phone into her pocket.

What's going on?

Does his action indicate that he wants to go and return it himself?

He wanted to confirm, but when he looked back at Ji Muhan in the back seat with her eyes closed, seemingly not wanting to talk, he wisely kept quiet again.

Even as they reached the gate of the Ji family mansion, Shen Shaolin had no chance to voice his doubts.

because--

He had assumed Ji Muhan was fast asleep when, just as he parked the car, she quickly opened the door, got out, and left without looking back, leaving him completely bewildered once again…

And then... that was it.

—This is Mo Xiaoqing's excited dividing line—

The next day, Ji Yao, who had been dragged out of bed by Mo Xiaoqing early in the morning, couldn't help but complain.

Just when she could finally sleep in, she was dragged out of bed to watch a fashion show. Ji Yao was yawning so much that she could barely keep her eyes open...

"Yaoyao, how do you like this outfit?" Mo Xiaoqing was incredibly excited, as if she had been injected with adrenaline.

"Okay, okay." Ji Yao nodded perfunctorily.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy; please do not reproduce it!