Looking at the large dining table filled with various dishes, Xiao Moli casually picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish with his chopsticks, but no matter how he ate it, it didn't feel right.
The servant nearby saw Xiao Moli's tightly furrowed brows and quickly approached to ask carefully.
"Young Master Li, is it lacking salt? Or is it too sweet?"
Xiao Moli pursed his lips and directly put down the chopsticks, "No."
He turned and went upstairs, returning to their bedroom.
These days, the bedroom had been occupied by Xiao Qian'ai and Xiao Yining, and An Ziqi wouldn't allow him to enter.
In front of the clean and tidy big bed, three pairs of slippers were lined up from large to small.
Xiao Moli stepped forward, sat down by the bedside, and looked at the three pairs of slippers in front of him. Childishly, he raised his foot and kicked Xiao Yining's pair of slippers in the middle to the side.
That brat, he'd better not let him catch him, or he definitely won't let him off.
