"Brother and I... We have no relationship."
Suddenly, with a squeak, the modified convertible already winding its way up the hill came to an abrupt halt.
"Ah!"
The two girls jerked forcefully. Mu Ziying let out a sharp scream.
"What's the matter? Brother, is it . . ."
When she saw the icy profile of Mu Xiaoyao in the front, Mu Ziying immediately bit her lip.
She clenched her mouth shut, not daring to speak recklessly anymore.
Brother ... He doesn't seem to be in a good mood ... could it possibly be because . . .
She looked at Baili Xia, who was also looking at her. Both were utterly bewildered.
"You said, we have no relationship?" Ahead, the ten fingers of Mu Xiaoyao cradled around the steering wheel, tension evident.
So, he was mad because of Baili Xia's words.
Both Mu Ziying and Baili Xia understood this almost instantly.
But why would Brother be bothered about such a trivial comment?