Feeling relieved, he thought, 'This is the real Mu Qing.' Zhang Ziwen pulled back his gaze and smiled, "Sorry, I was just reminded of something at home." Looking at her fury-filled aura, it reminded him of her hot-temper in the past, but it was no longer threatening.
"Huh, something at home, someone misses you back there, huh? You're always daydreaming." Mu Qing glared at him.
That's more like it, her tone and gaze, she was the same feisty little lioness as before. Zhang Ziwen was amused by her fierce expression, he had a feeling that her anger was not as terrifying as before, it even had a certain charm to it.
"Haha, you're right. There are women who miss me at home, not just one, but three." Zhang Ziwen held up three fingers, his tone slightly dismissive. He was trying to provoke her, would bringing up women touch a nerve?
"You... Zhang Ziwen, how dare you talk to me like this?" Mu Qing felt a bit agitated, the fury of a little lioness bursting out.
