That night, Qiao Mo still couldn't get the guest room key.
So she insisted on sleeping on the sofa again.
Fu Nancheng still didn't bother with her, but in the middle of the night, he picked her up and took her back to the bed.
Qiao Mo woke up early the next morning, her entire face dark with anger.
She was quite upset.
"Behave, stop making a fuss." Fu Nancheng reached out and caught her pink fist pounding on his chest.
Qiao Mo, still not appeased, sat up with her hair disheveled and kicked him a few more times: "The guest room key was never sent away, was it?!"
Fu Nancheng rubbed his temples and resignedly sat up.
He had been sleeping late these days and wanted to get a little more rest, but hadn't expected this little troublemaker to cause such a ruckus.
"Uncle Zhong said it was sent away."
Qiao Mo didn't believe it and kicked his thigh hard with her white, tender foot: "As if I'd believe you, you just want to take advantage of me."
