Mu Tangchuan was stunned for a moment. He leaned against the railing behind him and looked at her silently for a long while before he reached out to take it. After looking at it for a while, he smiled—
"Don't you think that doing this is embarrassing for me?"
"You're thinking too much. When we go back, you'll have to pay me back, and you'll also have to ask for interest. I won't admit that I like to see you embarrassed."
Zhuang Shurong also walked over and stopped beside him.
"Aren't you a little disappointed that you didn't see it now?"
Mu Tangchuan smiled and glanced at her. "Even if you've lost your face, What's hanging now is the title of your husband."
"Your refined manner is all an act, Mu Tangchuan."
Zhuang Shurong raised her beautiful eyebrows and said in a low voice.
"I've never said I'm refined, Miss Zhuang."
