The plane arrived in Suzhou at 8:30. After landing and exiting the aircraft, Lan Mu glanced at her again, and she couldn't hold back any longer. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him, asking, "Do you have something you want to say to me?"
Lan Mu frowned, "Shouldn't it be 'you don't have anything to say to me'?"
Does this woman really care that much about face?
Yan Zao was even more puzzled, "What would I have to say to you?"
Where did she show any sign that she had something to say to him?
It was clearly him who kept glancing at her face the whole way, as if he wanted to say something.
Lan Mu's face darkened. "If you have nothing to say then never mind, never ever bring it up again."
He walked ahead briskly, as if carried by the heavens.
With a huff.
Where did this sudden mood come from? Yan Zao looked baffled at the man ahead, and after careful thought, they had hardly spoken the entire way, so there was no way she had annoyed him.
Still as capricious as ever.
