Qiao Xiaren: ".....Why didn't you ask for my permission?"
The man seemed quite surprised, his eyebrows furrowed.
Once again, Qiao Xiaren was speechless, her lips twitched slightly.
Qiao Xiaren felt that this man was simply incapable of communicating normally, and the speed at which he changed topics was too fast. She looked up, meeting his gaze filled with gentleness and affection, and suddenly found herself unable to speak.
"What did you mean just now when you said you always carry a voice recorder?" His gaze fixed on her small face, which had softened somewhat, "Does someone often harm you?"
Qiao Xiaren laughed lightly, "Indeed, there are always some small-minded people around. However, I can handle them. No matter what happens, it's always good to be prepared."
Nie Yitong, watching the outward display of affection between these two, felt they were paying little regard to everyone around them.