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No exceptions, then.
Indeed, she had no grounds for an exception.
Tang Sitian's eyes were calm as she picked up her phone and charger from the bedside table and turned to walk out of the room.
As she passed by the man, he grabbed her arm, "You're not happy."
His statement was not a question.
"Not at all, why would Young Master Mu say that," Tang Sitian turned to look at him, her smile gentle and serene, "Why would I be unhappy? Since Miss Mo has stayed here, she's the owner. I'm just temporarily staying, bound to move sooner or later, right?"
Mu Yunshen's eyes narrowed coldly—her words inexplicably irritated him. He spoke in a low and cold voice, "I told you you're going to live here from now on. Can't you understand, or are you saying this on purpose?"
"How far into the future is that?" She held his gaze, still smiling softly as if only joking, "Even further into the future would still be just for a while. Are you planning to marry me?"
