Tang Zhiluo was forced to look up at him.
Mo Xun said ominously, "He doesn't even know what snacks you like to eat. He bought the unappetizing kind."
"..." Tang Zhiluo lowered her eyebrows. "It's fine, I'm not that picky about snacks."
Hearing this, Mo Xun looked murderous, his gaze darkened, "He doesn't understand you at all. How could you possibly like someone like him?"
"..." Tang Zhiluo thought Mo Xun was too confident and couldn't help asking him, "How do you know that I don't like him?"
He glared at her, tightened his grip on her chin, his tone dangerous, "You like him?"
She dared to like him, and he would crush her.
Tang Zhiluo pursed her lips and looked at Mo Xun.
Actually, she didn't need to tell him the truth since Mo Xun was getting a divorce.
But he came to find her at noon, helped her deal with Zhao Jun, and also had workers help her with many things.
Feeling moved, Tang Zhiluo couldn't help but tell him the truth, "Actually, I don't really like him like that."