"The person who made the reservation is none other than you. And last night, you didn't give the pink roses to Miss Qiao."
At first, Mu Jingxi was listening carefully.
Gradually, as he listened to the end, his face was full of confusion and shock.
"What?!" He made the reservation?
Since when did he have the habit of reserving roses? He had no idea.
Xia Lin wore an expression that said, "Third Young Master, let's see how you explain this."
Qiao An had an expression of impatience, saying, "Let's hear your explanation then."
It was as if she was sure he couldn't come up with a convincing explanation.
Taking a deep breath, Mu Jingxi felt he truly needed to give a good explanation, or else his wife and daughter might abandon him tonight and stay at Lu Yin's villa.
"Qiaoqiao, I can explain this matter."
"Go ahead."
"Regarding what Xia Lin said, about reserving the pink roses, I knew nothing about it, and of course, it wasn't me who did it."
