"Hmph, brought it on herself," Xiao Xiao picked up an apple from the coffee table and took a bite with a crunch.
An Ran said nothing. Hairong was a precocious child, and this matter would likely always be an unbridgeable chasm in his heart. There's nothing more cruel than being deceived by the person you trust the most.
"By the way, I heard from the hotel's staff that Hairong wants to see you," Mu Xingfeng turned his head to look at his young wife beside him.
"See me?" An Ran was a bit surprised.
"Yes, but everyone knows you're not in the Guard Team, so they didn't report it."
An Ran pursed her lips, unsure how to describe her feelings at the moment.
Mu Xingfeng reached out and ruffled the top of her hair, "Stop thinking so much. You cram your little head with all these irrelevant people, aren't you afraid it'll wear you out?"
