Shen Mo's gaze was icy cold as he silently glanced at her before getting up to leave.
Bai Youwei stood still, watching him head for the back door, and couldn't help but grimace, finding the whole situation quite dull.
Pan Xiaoxin, who had been quietly roasting some food over the fire in a corner, glanced at the two and whispered, "Sister Weiwei, if you speak to Brother Mo like that, he'll get angry."
Bai Youwei sneered and rolled her eyes, "What's there to get angry about? Didn't I just ask him if he cries?"
Pan Xiaoxin thought for a moment...
Despite feeling that Bai Youwei's question was inappropriate, he couldn't exactly articulate why.
"Maybe...it's unlucky," suggested Pan Xiaoxin uncertainly.
"Even if it's unlucky, it's only unlucky for me, I never claimed he'd become a doll~" retorted Bai Youwei coldly, "What's the big deal if I just ask? Humph, so petty!"
