Hiding from Lu Qian

As soon as Lu Qian walked into the living room, he saw Zhang Rou's confused eyes. She was still trying to figure out what was going on. After a while, he asked in confusion, "Xiao Er. . . Did you make Qingqing angry?"

The three words Little Ye instantly made Lu Qian's good mood disappear. His face turned gloomy and he looked at Zhang Rou with eyes full of knife and sword.

Zhang Rou had seen this kind of gaze many times. She had long gotten used to it and directly ignored it!

"Xiao Wu, you haven't answered my question yet?" Zhang Rou continued to shout without fear of death. There was a trace of slyness in her eyes. She definitely would not admit that she did it on purpose.

"No!" Lu Qian coldly and simply threw down two words and went upstairs.

Zhang Rou looked at his back and could not help frowning. She muttered to herself in confusion, "Impossible. Qingqing had an expression as if she had seen a ghost just now. What is going on?"