Ji Xinxin was stunned for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed. "What's going on?"
When it came to this, Ling Chuxia was also filled with gloom. She sighed softly and replied in a low voice. Ji Xinxin listened, first widening her eyes and then unable to hold back a snicker, she teased Ling Chuxia without missing a beat, "So, have you been playing the thief at night these days?"
"...!"
Ling Chuxia was already frustrated to death over this matter, and now Ji Xinxin was taking delight in her misfortune. Chuxia couldn't help but glare at her, grinding her teeth in anger: "Ji Xinxin!"
Ji Xinxin, however, was not afraid of her and retorted unapologetically, "What's the use of glaring at me? If you dare, go and glare at your young master."
The anger that Ling Chuxia had been holding back deflated at those words. If she could argue with Shi Che, why would she need to be stewing over it here?
