"Hmph, that woman doesn't understand anything. With her son's abilities, taking it back would be effortless."
Thinking this, Mother Qin's eyes gleamed with smugness. She let out a cold laugh, stood up, resumed her dignified madam's air, and headed upstairs.
She was going to take a good look and see which family's daughter was most suitable for her son.
"Host, could she actually be sick?" 444 stared in stunned silence.
Su Qiao glanced over. "Heh, judging by the looks of it, she's pretty seriously ill."
One moment smug, the next coldly laughing, and then putting on a high-and-mighty act like a lunatic.
Did she not realize that with her face covered in a chaotic mess of makeup and her hair all disheveled, she looked like a crazy old woman?
Qin Mohan raised a brow as he looked at Su Qiao. "Feeling better now?"
Those photos of Qin Haidong—there was no need to think about it. She had obviously uploaded them last night.
But...
This petty, vengeful little personality of hers really suited his tastes.
Su Qiao knew what he was referring to and pursed her lips. "It's still too soon."
He reached out, picked up a damp cloth from the plate, and wiped the milk stain from the corner of her mouth. Qin Mohan let out a helpless sigh. "Do you like playing around that much?"
Since the night before last, he had really wanted to pack her up and take her straight back to his villa.
There, he could do whatever he wanted with her without having to worry about anyone else.
Unfortunately, this little girl seemed to have become addicted to playing around and had no intention of leaving at all.
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance, her tone somewhat fierce. "Hmph, whoever makes me unhappy, I'll