C793 Spitting on His Face like a Bird's Nest

Qiao Xin'an did not force herself anymore and pulled out a chair to sit at the dining table.

Mu Zhengyan looked at Qiao Xin'an's calm expression. His eyes dimmed a little and he also elegantly sat opposite her.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Qiao Xin'an rubbed her neck and curled her lips. "It was alright