Mu Xiaoxiao turned in bed and looked at the time. It was already half past eleven.
She suddenly sat up and hit the blanket. "Yin Shaojie! You bastard! You're not out fooling around again, are you?"
Thinking back to the first day when she came back to China, he had also been out late at night and had many drinks.
However, the jerk had always been able to hold his liquor well. No matter how much he drank, he could not seem to get drunk.
Clearly, she was still at odds with Yin Shaojie. Recently, she had been treating him lukewarmly, deliberately giving him the cold shoulder.
But when he was not by her side, Mu Xiaoxiao could not help but start to imagine things, wondering what he was up to at this time and who he was hanging out with.
The room was so quiet, making Mu Xiaoxiao even more restless. She lifted the blanket and got down from the bed, and she then opened the door and walked out.