So that's what happened, she was scared to death.
The thunder was so loud that she couldn't fall asleep out of fear, so Xia Lin kept her company.
The two sat down on the living room sofa with a candle lit on the coffee table.
The flickering flame cast their faces in a soft glow, Qiao An pursed her lips, "Xia Lin, what kind of expression is that?"
Xia Lin was startled, clearing his throat awkwardly, "Miss Qiao, aren't you tired?"
It's so late, it's time to rest, isn't it?
Sitting like this, even if it's until five in the morning, the power might not come back on.
Qiao An: "..."
She gave him a look of annoyance, "If you're tired, go get some rest first."
How could Xia Lin dare to? He pondered whether he should call Mr. Mu.
Qiao An's voice, weakly rose again—
"Xia Lin, how long do you think Mu Jingxi will stay mad at me?" she said, her soft voice sounding grievous and wronged.
It seemed very distressing.
And somehow, very pitiful.
