Xiao Moli had a stern look on his face as he watched An Ziqi climb the stairs.
"What are you looking at? She's gone; you should have followed her," Nuoyan said, giving him a sideways glance.
Xiao Moli picked up his glass and drank the milk in one gulp before standing up and heading for the door.
The Huanyu Building, which had been warmed by the spring breeze for a long time, had once again entered the depth of winter.
An Ziqi had just taken Xiaobao to the children's center for a swim in the morning when she received a phone call from the entertainment department manager.
Milan Fashion Week had begun, and the brand wanted her to cooperate with their promotional activities, asking if she wanted to attend, and there was also a brand endorsement contract that required her signature.
Fashion Week was always a place where major female celebrities fought tooth and nail to attend, even if it meant breaking their heads open to get there.
