"Young Master Qian..." Xiao Ran was about to speak.
Mu Shuoqian had already risen to leave, indifferently dropping a sentence: "You and Jiang Jingda will bear the cost of replacing the carpet and the front door."
Xiao Ran silently accepted it, considering it the lightest punishment he could receive, though the president's office door was indeed expensive.
Qili had fewer and fewer classes lately, and she mostly didn't need to attend them. When Mu Shuoqian returned, she was lying in bed reading a book. Hearing the door open, she immediately put on her slippers and ran out.
"Oh, you're back?" If she remembered correctly, today wasn't a weekend.
Mu Shuoqian's expression was grim as he tossed his car keys into the storage compartment and changed his shoes to come inside.
"Have you eaten yet?" Gu Qili noticed his stern face and spoke cautiously.
Mu Shuoqian walked over and sat on the sofa, saying: "Come here."
