"Put me down, Mr. Qiao." Qi Luoge's tone was cold because she wanted to distance herself from him.
"You are in my arms and you still call me Mr. Qiao. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
In his arms ... She did not know what was wrong. Perhaps she had just been scared silly. At this moment, whatever he said, her heart would beat faster.
Avoiding his ambiguous smile, she cleared her throat and said coldly: "I don't think so."
However, he did not say anything. He carried her to the door of his apartment and knocked on the door.
Nanny Lee heard the knock and quickly ran over. When she opened the door and saw Qiao Yushi carrying Qi Luoge, she blurted out concerned words, "Miss Qi, what is going on? Are you hurt?"
She was just frightened and was not injured. He insisted on hugging her. When Nanny Lee asked this question, Qi Luoge's face immediately turned red like a cooked shrimp.