Gu Qili carried her backpack as if she was carrying a bag of explosives onto the battlefield, charging out with urgency.
Mu Shuoqian suddenly extended his long arm and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. She glared at him and yelled, "Mu Shuoqian, I'm really going to be late."
Mu Shuoqian, without saying a word, pulled her to the door, casually took the car keys from the basket, and seeing the desk lamp, his expression turned cold, his tone warning, "Don't do such foolish things again."
If there had really been a thief last night, how dangerous it would have been for her to rush out so recklessly.
Gu Qili didn't know what he was referring to, thinking he was talking about her oversleeping, and she poked his chest with a finger full of grievance: "You have the nerve to say that, it's all your fault."
It was fine until it was brought up, and now it just made her even more irritated.
