My Hands Are Inconvenient, I Need to Serve Them

Lei Yi glanced at Qiao Mu through the rearview mirror. " Miss Qiao, why are you suddenly asking about this? "

Qiao Mu smiled. " The people from the design department saw me riding in your car and mistakenly thought that we were dating. If they heard some gossip, please don't mind. "

Lei Yi was speechless.

It didn't matter whether he minded or not, alright?

If Young Master knew about this, he would definitely die a horrible death!

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When Li Yan arrived home late at night, he thought that Qiao Mu was already asleep. However, when he pushed open the door, the room was bright.

Inside the house, Qiao Mu's petite body was slumped on the sofa. She held a pen in one hand and a drawing in the other, and she was currently drawing something on the paper.

The little thing bit the tip of the pen and frowned, as if it had encountered some difficulty.

Li Yan walked in, and Qiao Mu only noticed him at this moment. She grinned and said, " Uncle, you're back! "