Xiao Moli called, "Where are you? I told you I'd pick you up this afternoon, but you refused. Now I'm already home, hurry back."
If he'd known, he would have just gone to pick her up directly. Then he wouldn't have had to rush home, only to find himself unable to hold his wife.
"Alright, I'll be back soon," An Ziqi smiled faintly.
This guy was just like a little kid, always wanting to stick to her. Even a short time apart made him pout.
After hanging up, Mu Qing glanced at her and said, "President Xiao urging you to go home?"
"Mm." An Ziqi responded with a smile, "If there's anything you don't understand or anything you need, feel free to come to me directly."
"Thank you."
Mu Qing nodded, then stood up, somewhat absent-minded, and started heading out.
A small bottle fell out from her pocket and rolled onto the couch.
An Ziqi squinted at it. It was the same bottle she'd seen Mu Qing place something into her cup earlier.
