Xiaoyou’s Cultivation

"I like it, why would I not like it? What happened?"

Mo Wen looked at Yun Xiaoman absurdly. Previously, she was still alright so why had she burst into tears suddenly?

"Weren't you despising this car…"

Yun Xiaoman lowered her head and said. On her long lashes, there were still beads of tears. She was embarrassed to vocalize that Mo Wen despised her car for being too low-grade.

"I don't despise it, I like it very much."

Mo Wen hurriedly shook his head. Although he did not understand why Yun Xiaoman had suddenly burst into tears, he knew by guessing that it had something to do with this car. However, she was perfectly fine at first so why would she have suddenly thought that he was despising it? He just felt a little troubled by the fact that there was a car but he did not know how to drive it.

"You like it?"

Yun Xiaoman blinked and gazed into Mo Wen's eyes, trying to judge if he was speaking the truth through his eyes.

"Of course."