“Your Highness,” Mu Xi Yao threw him a meaningful glance and teased him, “Qie started to play with Cheng Qing only because your Highness wasn’t coming even after a long waiting.” The pair of her beautiful eyes turned, her body twisted in Zhong Zheng Lin’s embrace. In fact, when she tapped at Cheng Qing and watched his little face that resembled Zhong Zheng Lin so much turn aggrieved, she was secretly enjoying herself.