With her legs crossed elegantly, she tapped her fingers on her thigh intermittently, glancing at the time now and then, "Hasn't Mu Jingxi returned yet?"
"Miss Qiao, why don't you give him a call and ask where Third Young Master is now?" the young maid suggested.
Qiao An nodded in agreement, "Good idea."
Picking up her cell phone, she called Mu Jingxi, her voice sickeningly sweet, "Guagua, aren't you home yet?"
A surge of irritation and a bad premonition welled up in Mu Jingxi's heart, "I'm almost there, why?"
Why?
He had the nerve to ask why?
Qiao An's voice became even more tender; she chuckled softly, "Nothing much, I'm just waiting for you to come home. Hurry back."
"Alright." What else could he say but alright?
This was the first time she said she was waiting for him to return home.
Home...
It was their home.
This feeling was novel and beautiful.
He instructed the guards to speed up, and Mu Jingxi, anxious to return, arrived at the Main Building half an hour later.
