"So early?" Kirsten was stunned. He subconsciously turned to look at the clock behind him. "It's only ten o'clock now!"
Mu Tingfeng glanced at the clock indifferently. "It'll be very late when we go back."
"It... It's fine. You can play for a while more. You can stay at my house tonight. It's not like I don't have a place for you to stay."
Mu Tingfeng glanced at him and said in a clipped voice, "It's not convenient."
Kirsten was speechless.
He made a show of expressing the pain in his heart. He reached out to cover his chest and looked at Mu Tingfeng with an almost plaintive look. He complained in a pained expression, "Mu, you weren't like this in the past."
Mu Tingfeng's gaze instantly became sharp. "Then what was I like in the past?"
