Baby, What Does It Have to Do With Me?

He turned around and looked at Nana.

"It wasn't me." Nana immediately shook her head.

"Mo Yesi, it's all your fault." Qiao Mianmian kicked the man lightly.

"My fault?"

Mo Yesi looked away innocently. "Baby, what has it got to do with me?"

He recalled that he hadn't done anything to anger her this morning.

How did it become his fault?

Qiao Mianmian wanted to kick him again. She glared at him. "Of course it has to do with you. How could you…"

When she saw Nana standing behind them, she bit her lip and glared at him. "Anyway, it's your fault. You're so annoying."

Mo Yesi was speechless.

A woman's heart was like a needle in a haystack.

He really didn't know what he'd done wrong.

Was it because of that kiss?

But didn't she respond to him? This meant that she liked him.