Something Happened to Xiaoxiao.

"You're right… but I forgot… I have no memory of it," Mu Xiaoxiao said gloomily like a deflated balloon.

Han Qiqing thought for a moment and said, "You seem to be quite moody today. Is it because of Aunt Flo?"

"I don't know." Mu Xiaoxiao only felt that she was getting more and more restless.

"It must be! Actually, there are times when I'm like this too. When I feel like that, I feel extremely restless and even feel like hitting people. There was once when Shijun got on my nerves, so I bit him."

Mu Xiaoxiao chuckled. Then she remembered something and asked, "How was it yesterday? Did he send you home?"

"Yeah, he did. Oh yeah, don't stay at home alone. Come to my place. Just like last time, we can do some aromatherapy, alright? Then we'll get the kitchen to cook up something nice."

"Oh, okay then. Then I'll go over right away."

Holding her phone, Mu Xiaoxiao got down from the sofa.