As soon as Qian Meng had finished speaking, he was met with a cold stare from Mu Chengxi, but Wen Xin revealed a lazy smile.
"Him? He's not even comparable to you. Did you think he could catch my eye?"
Qian Meng had just started to feel proud upon hearing Wen Xin's words, but the next second, the smile on his face disappeared as it seemed... it seemed like Wen Xin's words were not exactly a compliment to him.
With his head down, Qian Meng did not look at Wen Xin. Ever since their first meeting, he had been at a great disadvantage, and now, even knowing Wen Xin's identity, he never had a chance to turn things around.
Well, to survive a bit longer, he decided not to provoke Wen Xin anymore.
The carriage stopped in front of an ancient-looking gate. Seeing such architecture in the heart of this high-tech city center, Mu Bei was once again astounded. It resembled the large courtyards in Beijing, hardly inferior to the old mansion of the Mu family.
