An Ziqi was stunned for a moment before she realized what Nuoyan was talking about.
Her cheeks instantly turned crimson, and she wished nothing more than to find a block of tofu to bash herself to death with.
Xiao Moli, on the other hand, was as thick-skinned as ever, "Mummy, it's already been over three months ..."
An Ziqi hurriedly placed her hand over his mouth, her face flushed as she pulled and pushed him out the door with her.
Xiao Moli took advantage of the situation to kiss her palm and, with a smile, pulled her hand down and got into the car together.
An Ziqi didn't ask where they were going; whenever she was with Xiao Moli, he had everything arranged, and she didn't have to worry about anything.
The car stopped in front of Mingzhu Mall in the city center. After they got out, Xiao Moli took her hand and walked in together.
After walking a few steps, An Ziqi looked at the brightly lit, yet empty mall and asked in surprise, "Where did all the people go?"
