Su Chaoyang didn't understand. One moment, she was fine, the next, something was off. He stopped his actions, allowing her to pull away her legs, propping his elbows on his knees, and looked up towards the girl across him.
Mu Xiangwan pulled her feet back, feeling uneasy on the sofa. She felt more flustered under the man's unblinkable gaze. With her lips clenched, her eyes didn't know where to fix.
Su Chaoyang stared intently at her, not missing a single facial expression, speculating her thoughts right then.
Over all the years from childhood to adulthood, Mu Xiangwan didn't like him, even less wanting him at a close distance. She had always expressed her dislike vividly.
Even if she was in trouble and was scolded, she wouldn't seek shelter from him, nor would she let him witness her being disciplined.
Because she felt that being reprimanded by elders in front of him would be even more humiliating to her than the reprimand itself.
