Mu An acted as though he had been startled, patting his chest.
"I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to throw yourself at me like that. I'm not fortunate enough to entertain such a sight. Who else could you be, turning up at my house to fake an accident? You look quite young; why would you do something like this? Don't you have any decency?"
No wonder Mu An didn't recognize her at first, because Mu Jiajia always wore makeup, and her face was already swollen. Now, not only was she sporting a red slap mark on her face, but the foundation had also smeared, and her mascara and eyeliner had run from crying, creating black streaks under her eyes like spilled ink—it was somewhat horrific to behold.
Mu An even began to wonder if he had walked onto the wrong movie set and ended up in a horror film.
"Pfft! Wait, that's not right. What movie set? I'm just coming home."
He looked around and saw that the Mu family's old residence was indeed the familiar house he knew.
