She played the ostrich.
The servants watched as Miss Qiao actually blushed, and they all laughed.
Qiao An raised her head and immediately saw the little maid leading the laughter. She scowled, "Little Cutie, what are you laughing at?"
"Um... I am?" The little maid began to play dumb.
Qiao An gritted her teeth, "Why is the corner of your mouth turned up if you weren't laughing?"
The little maid covered her face.
Mu Jingxi laughed softly and carried her upstairs, "Come, tell me, what did Lai Qinghuan say to you just now?"
Back in the bedroom, Qiao An didn't say a word but instead extended her arm for him to see.
A section of her pale arm was red.
Mu Jingxi's eyes turned instantly cold as he grabbed her hand, "What happened here?"
Her skin was delicate, and the slightest force could leave red marks on it.
Such a red mark, faintly showing signs of bruising, seemed to be the result of no small force!
"She hit me, and it hurt." Qiao An was clearly unhappy, "She likes you."