With one leg crossed over the other, her slender fingers tapped idly on her thigh, glancing at the clock now and then, "Has Mu Jingxi not come back yet?"
"Miss Qiao, why don't you call and ask where the third young master is?" the young maid suggested.
Qiao An nodded in agreement, "Good idea."
Picking up her phone, she called Mu Jingxi, her voice sweet enough to induce sickness, "Guagua, aren't you home yet?"
Mu Jingxi felt an unpleasant premonition rising in his heart, "I'm almost there, what's up?"
What's up?
He had the nerve to ask what's up?
Qiao An's voice became even more gentle, and she chuckled softly, "Nothing much, I'm just waiting for you to come home. Hurry back."
"Okay." What else could he say besides okay?
This was the first time she'd said she was waiting for him to come home.
Home...
That was their home.
The feeling was both novel and delightful.
