Muxi lazily glanced at the phone Mu Bei placed before him, then bowed his head again, stopping the conversation, while Mu Bei couldn't help but take an extra look at Muxi, feeling that something was off about him.
Even as Muxi joined him to the airport, he still couldn't figure out why Muxi had come along, hadn't he always disliked Miss Wen?
"I've never seen a woman make such a fuss, really!"
Muxi, annoyed, took a pack of cigarettes from the car's drawer and lit one, Mu Bei looked at him impatiently and furrowed his brows, kindly reminding him.
"Master Xi doesn't like anyone smoking in his car."
Upon hearing Mu Bei's reminder, Muxi turned incredulously to look at him, feeling that Mu Bei was talking about something unbelievable. If he remembered correctly, Master Xi was a smoker himself, how could he possibly disallow others from smoking in the car.
