Our Xiaoxiao.
Our Xiaoxiao.
It was always "our Xiaoxiao"!
Han Xue'er's gaze brimmed with fanatic jealousy.
Whether it was Han Qiqing or any one of them, why did they all address Mu Xiaoxiao so intimately!
What right did Mu Xiaoxiao have! What right did she have!
Han Xue'er's eyes were blazing red as she clawed the air with her bloody fingers and cursed Mu Xiaoxiao, "Mu Xiaoxiao! Even if I die, I will become a ghost and haunt you! I hate you! I will never let you go even as a ghost!"
Mu Xiaoxiao frowned. She didn't understand why Han Xue'er hated her so much.
Was it just because Yin Shaojie liked her?
To Mu Xiaoxiao, if someone didn't like her, she would either give up or crush on the person secretly, and there was no need to do anything extreme.
The world was big, and one could still meet so many different people. Who knew if one would be able to find someone more suitable?