Lin Jingsheng pursed his lips into a smile, his delicate features lively and enchanting, exuding a charisma that captivated both men and women, his schadenfreude barely concealed, "She seems to have quite a bias against you."
Mu Liang calmly took out his cell phone, "Xiao Wu, check up on Qiao Xia, what's she up to? I want her full itinerary for today."
Ten minutes later, Mu Liang got first-hand information about Qiao Xia, including the matrimonial ad she posted online yesterday.
A cool look flashed through Mu Liang's indifferent eyes as he tapped his fingers on the table.
So, the girl's in a hurry to get married?
Lin Jingsheng, ever eager to stir up trouble, said, "Your little goddess is getting married, and the groom isn't you, a truly sorrowful tale."
The Mu Liang he knew was a man of few words, meticulous, proud, and cold, yet oddly attractive to women. He had been waiting to see Mu Liang's show for many years, but alas, he never got to see it.