Qiao Mu was really about to die from anger. Why didn't he say anything when such a big incident had occurred?
When Qiao Mu scrutinized his handsome, innocent face at this moment, she couldn't resist pinching his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"This wasn't anything big…" However, when Crown Prince Mo noticed a certain person's enraged glare, his voice dwindled into an almost inaudible volume. "You've been too tired these few days. You should take a good nap."
He really was going to anger her to death!
Qiao Mu pounded his chest. "Is my nap important, or is your life important?"
Mo Lian had opened his mouth to speak, but he hastily changed the "you're important" that he was going to blurt out into "Both… both are important."
At his answer, Qiao Mu pounced over and chomped down on him. "You scoundrel."
