Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

However, the wardrobe, once br.i.m.m.i.n.g with clothes, was now empty. There wasn"t 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 didn"t like the clothes, he shouldn"t 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 didn"t want to be reminded of this upsetting thing anymore.

She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the house.

…

At the Hans.

Once Han Qiqing learned of the events from Mu Xiaoxiao, she slammed the table in anger. “What the f*ck is Yin Shaojie trying to do? Isn"t that a**hole simply providing for her every need now? Xiaoxiao, how could you let him do this? Are you an idiot!”

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 Qiqing"s words, she sighed helplessly and replied, “What can I do? Order him to stop helping An Zhixin?”

Firstly, she didn"t know if Yin Shaojie would actually listen to her. Secondly, even if he did, wouldn"t it be her fault if An Zhixin got into trouble?

Han Qiqing thought for a while before nodding. “Oh, if you did that, you"d be the bad guy.”

Mu Xiaoxiao didn"t reply. She gazed ahead at a random spot, her emotions in a mess.

The room was filled with the aroma of lavender, but it wasn"t enough to calm her feelings.

Her emotions got worse with the pa.s.sage of time.

Suddenly, the peace was broken by a shrill chime.

Han Qiqing nudged her and wagged her brows. “Your phone"s ringing. Could it be Yin Shaojie?”

“I don"t know.” Mu Xiaoxiao sat up on her chair but didn"t move her legs, for the both of them were in the middle of a SPA session where the ma.s.seuses were ma.s.saging 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 didn"t feel like picking up.

Han Qiqing urged her, “Pick it up! Let"s see how that jerk explains himself out of this. Don"t worry; I"m here to help you!”

It was only then that Mu Xiaoxiao took the call.

Yin Shaojie"s bullying tone spoke as soon as she put the phone to her ear.

“Where have you been? Didn"t I tell you to inform me when you go out? Where are you?”

Mu Xiaoxiao recalled the incident about the dress and became angry. His voice was making her angrier, and she didn"t want to speak to him at all.

She harrumphed coldly and said, “I don"t want to speak to you.”

“Why?” The bullying in Yin Shaojie"s voice toned down as he realized that she sounded odd.

“I don"t want to speak to you, and that"s that!”

Yin Shaojie chuckled suddenly, “Is it because I"m not home today and you miss me already? Is that why you"re upset?”

“Scram! Only a ghost would miss you!” 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 Xiaoxiao"s ma.s.seuse.

Yin Shaojie said, “Where are you?” Hurry up and tell me; I"ll come over right now.”

“No — AH!” Mu Xiaoxiao was going to say there was no need, but the ma.s.seuse had unexpectedly pressed on a particular acupoint, causing her to scream out in pain.

“What"s wrong? Xiaoxiao?” Yin Shaojie"s voice sounded anxious through the phone.

In a single motion, Han Qiqing s.n.a.t.c.hed Xiaoxiao"s phone away and terminated the call.