"Enough with the nonsense." Mu Qingge's mouth twitched, her face dark as she spoke.
Mengmeng raised her eyebrows, put her hands on her hips, and said confidently, "This baby never talks nonsense!"
"..." Mu Qingge turned around, planning to leave the space. She had given up on getting any useful information from Mengmeng.
However, after turning around, she realized her foot was being held. Turning her eyes, she found Mengmeng had somehow ended up on her foot, tugging at her clothes, looking up with a small face and a pout, looking at her pitifully.
This change in attitude was too quick and too unprincipled, yet it made Mu Qingge sigh in resignation. After all, she was stuck with this one. No matter how much she disliked it, they were inseparable.
"Speak." Mu Qingge said coldly.
