She Admitted That She Would Be Jealous and Sad (1)

Shao Jingmo's expression was as cold as ice, and his tone was cold. "You stole my money to raise another man. Qiao Guigui, you've grown up."

Qiao Qiao suddenly quieted down. She raised her face and stared at the man with his arm around her for a few seconds, as if trying to identify him.

Shao Jingmo looked unhappy. He raised his other hand and brushed away the messy hair on her forehead. "Why? Can't you recognize your husband after drinking a little?"

Qiao Qiao suddenly sobered up and pushed Shao Jingmo away from his arms. She almost lost her footing when she retreated. Fortunately, Jingcheng, who was beside her, quickly held her steady. "Miss, be careful."

Qiao Qiao drew in her breath. After Jingcheng helped her steady herself, she asked him, "When did Little Uncle come?"

Jingcheng replied, "Just now."