Xia Yumo: "..."
Seeing Xia Yumo's gradually frowning eyebrows, Gu Junhang laughed softly.
He gently tapped her forehead with the mobile phone in his hand, "If Mo Qing finds out, you're dead."
His tone was filled with a faint sense of schadenfreude, and a subtle hint of indulgence.
Xia Yumo pouted, rubbing her not-so-painful forehead, and casually said:
"You don't have to tell him then."
Gu Junhang listened to her matter-of-fact response, paused for a moment, and suddenly recalled the way she used to play dumb with him when they were together.
Back then, he was used to being silent and reserved, but he happened to love her unrestrained and fearless personality. At any time, she could stand up to him confidently.
Thinking of the past, Gu Junhang's pupils dimmed slightly.
Xia Yumo didn't notice Gu Junhang's sudden change in mood and continued:
