"Don't worry, Little Aunt. I will take good care of Wen Xin. Let's have a meal together another day."
Mu Chengxi spoke politely, but his innate arrogance did not diminish in the slightest. He would only restrain his radiance when he spoke to Wen Xin.
Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi left Lapor's room. In the elevator, Wen Xin pressed Chengxi against the elevator's wall. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly." Did you invite Monchitov?"
He lowered his head to look at Wen Xin's unhappy expression. He raised his eyebrows slightly and lowered his head to kiss her red lips. "I seem to have done something bad again?"
"It's not a bad thing, but it's a little troublesome. The judges of this piano competition are too powerful, and the value is too high."
