"Don't mention Ji Muye."
Even Lu Xining on the other end of the phone was shocked by her junior brother's three questions.
The last question, serious?
Yet the questioner didn't think there was anything wrong with his questions.
Seeing that he didn't answer, the junior brother continued to press, "What, is it hard to answer?"
His sharp, clear eyes were fixed on the man's eyes in front of him, the displeasure and anger in the other's eyes seemed to be venting for Lu Xining.
The junior brother had a top-notch baby face, with well-defined features and a high, handsome nose—just the type of face that girls liked these days.
Despite not being young, he looked like a university student who hadn't yet graduated, his white coat adding a touch of professional charm.
Ji Muye responded coldly, "It's not hard."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xining's heart tightened.
Knowing she shouldn't hold any expectations, she still wanted to know if those five years were worth it.