Miss Qiao is clearly suffering from fear of gain and loss!
Mr. Mu hasn't been here for just two days, and Miss Qiao already feels that something is off.
On the contrary, he didn't feel anything was amiss, looking at Miss Qiao's demeanor, it seemed that he hadn't even figured out his own feelings yet.
"Miss Qiao," Xia Lin said somewhat slyly, "May I be so bold as to ask you a question?"
"What question?" Qiao An put down her soup, picked up her chopsticks, and took a bite of Dongpo pork.
It was fatty but not greasy, delicious indeed, Uncle Wang's cooking skills were getting better and better!
"Are you missing Mr. Mu?"
"Cough cough cough..."
The tasty Dongpo pork got stuck in Qiao An's throat; she covered her neck with one hand, put down her chopsticks with the other, and hastily picked up a glass of water, taking a big gulp.
Finally catching her breath, she glared at Xia Lin irritably, "Who, who's missing him? Don't talk nonsense."
