When Mu Lingqian heard Wen Xiangyang say these words, his eyes deeply looked into hers then slowly a smile appeared in his gaze, "Hmmm."
Seeing Mu Lingqian still smiling, Wen Xiangyang felt even angrier: "I hate you!"
"Enough." Mu Lingqian stood up, gently kissed Wen Xiangyang and said, "Zhao Xi'er won't appear in front of you again, let's go home."
"No, I won't go with you!" Wen Xiangyang was still angry, her courage greatly increased. She even dared to outright reject Mu Lingqian's words.
Mu Lingqian stared at her for a while, while Wen Xiangyang continued glaring back at him.
Just then, Wen Xiangyang's cellphone rang. She had turned off her phone yesterday. Mu Lingqian had turned it on after she had fallen asleep, and charged it for her.
The phone rang at this moment. Wen Xiangyang glanced at Mu Lingqian, then at her phone. For the first time, she climbed over defiantly and answered the call.