With a relaxed smile on his face, Mu Zheng straightened his body, "You may be correct, but!"
"I believe that this is our shared destiny, a destiny that nobody cannot deny." Mu Zheng seemed oddly persistent.
Mu Lin no longer paid him attention and entered the room, the door closing rather rudely with a "bang".
Watching the disappearing figure of Mu Lin, the smile on Mu Zheng's face held a hint of wickedness as he too turned and headed back inside.
Before this, he had strategically ensured that Mu Lin's room was right next to his—nobody could prevent this so-called "destiny".
This was the end of their minor exchange prior to the banquet.
As for Mu Zheng's antics, Mu Lin had many thoughts about it, and in her heart, a unique answer had already formed.
In the evening, around six o'clock...
