Mu Xingye pinched her chin, lifting her little face, "Why do I feel a bit sour?"
"Is there?" Xia Pengpeng immediately shook off his hand.
Mu Xingye's mood was extremely buoyant; he could be one hundred percent certain, there was!
"You and that Miss Tang, you're practically childhood sweethearts!"
Mu Xingye suddenly started laughing.
Xia Pengpeng gave him a white look, "You're still laughing! Is it that funny?"
"Darling Xia, are you jealous?"
"Tell me, is it because you can't touch her that you didn't agree to the marriage arrangement? If you could touch her, you would have married her long ago, right?!" Xia Pengpeng admitted, she was in a very bad mood!
"No way!" Mu Xingye immediately responded.
"I don't believe it! If you didn't have this illness, who knows how many women would be around you! Now that your illness is cured, Miss Tang, Miss Li, Miss Wang—they can all be touched!"
Mu Xingye suddenly realized that when Darling Xia got angry, she was a bit unreasonable.