Xia Xuanmo was a little surprised to see Liancheng Yazhi's calm and impatient look. He asked nosily, " who do you think is prettier, your little child bride or her? "
Although the current Xia Xuanmo looked more mature than his peers, he was still young and did not have the shrewdness and scheming mind that he had after entering politics.
"Is there a need to compare?" Liancheng Yazhi said in disdain.
He felt that this was not enough to prove the importance of Rong Yan in his heart, so he added, " she can't be compared to my Yanyan at all. How can a passerby be compared to your heart? "
Xia Xuanmo's mouth twitched. How could a passerby be compared to a heart? What kind of metaphor was that?
After a while, Xia Xuanmo finally understood that mu qingai was that passer-by, and Rong Yan was Liancheng Yazhi's heart, which was his life.
Xia Xuanmo was really shocked when he thought it through. He knew that he had always valued his child bride and doted on her very much.
