As Wen Xin was eating a small steamed bun and some porridge, Mu Chengxi came down from upstairs. Liang Luoyu put down his chopsticks, ready to greet him, but Mu Chengxi declined.
"Why so formal all of a sudden? You couldn't wait to come over? Didn't you just have hotpot with Tan Xingyue three days ago?"
Hearing about Liang Luoyu's recent outing with Tan Xingyue, Wen Xin, who was scooping some porridge, paused and turned to look at him.
"Young Master Liang, you're running to Beijing every other day, and now you're causing a stir in Continent F too? What's your intention?"
"What do you think? Isn't it obvious? No need to pretend to ask," Liang Luoyu wasn't trying to hide anything from Wen Xin but also didn't want to seem despicable. He hurriedly explained, "Look, you don't have to worry. My liking for Xingyue is pure. I'm not a beast like Master Xi; I haven't done anything!"
