Under the shade of the tree was a European-style bench. Han Qiqing parked herself onto it and smiled. "That's simple! Those of us who are close to Yin Shaojie know all about his affairs."
"What affairs? Why do I not know about them?" Mu Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion, settling herself down beside her.
Han Qiqing gave a cry of realization and said, "Oh yeah, you've been out of the country for the past few years and haven't interacted with us for a while. It's normal that you don't know."
"Just hurry up and tell me what's up!" Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't stand the suspense she was putting her through.
"Aiyoh, stop squeezing my hand! It hurts!" Han Qiqing yelped and hurriedly retracted her hand from Mu Xiaoxiao's hand. "AIright, alright, I'll tell you now. Don't attack me anymore," she said.
Mu Xiaoxiao ceased her attack and stared at her with a serious face.
Han Qiqing said, "Actually, Yin Shaojie seems like he has mysophobia."