When Mu Keren pointed at Huang Qingtian, who was sitting at the far end of the private room with one scantily clad woman on each arm, and scolded him, it was only then that Huang Qingtian raised his head.
At the moment their eyes met, he was somewhat startled.
But quickly, a flash of surprise flickered across his gray-green pupils.
"You little rascal, what are you doing here?"
The astonishment in his eyes was swiftly hidden away.
Then, he slowly lowered his excessively long eyelashes, covering the joy that had crept into his eyes.
"Huang Qingtian, you dare to ask me what I'm doing here, Then why don't you tell me, what are you doing here?"
At this moment, a girl dressed in a one-piece pajama, dragging a rather cumbersome dinosaur tail, walked in at a slow pace. Her small pink hands clenched into fists at her sides.
The knuckles of those small hands, clearly white from her gripping them too tightly. This proved that she seemed to be desperately restraining her emotions...
