C800 Spit Him with a Bird's Nest

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

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

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Qiao Xinann rubbed her neck and curled her lips. "It was alright