Quan Jue sat opposite Chi Jiao and looked straight at her with his dark eyes.
Chi Jiao curiously examined her surroundings. She felt that this room was indeed decorated warmly. Quan Jue living here was probably not inferior to the Chi family.
At the very least, he would feel more free staying here.
"Does your father know that you're here?" Quan Jue asked suddenly.
Chi Jiao shook her head and said casually, "It's my freedom to go wherever I want."
Her words made her sound like a willful, rebellious child.
"I'll send you home later," Quan Jue said indifferently.
Chi Jiao looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already 11 PM.
What should she say to her father if she went back at this time?
At this thought, Chi Jiao shook her head. "I don't plan to go back tonight."
Quan Jue's body instantly tensed up. "You're not going back?"
