Xu Mushen's gaze, accompanied by those words, became somewhat blank.
The person who usually responded with a simple "Mhmm" or by repetition, at this moment seemed to have lost the ability to speak fully.
Xu Qiaoqiao stared at him, finally seeing him slowly open his mouth to speak: "I …"
The heart of Xu Qiaoqiao almost rose into her throat.
This response, to her, seemed significantly important, so important that she didn't want to hear a disappointing answer.
She quickly changed what she was going to say: "You don't like Yang Leman, right?"
Xu Mushen hesitated for a bit, seemingly trying to distinguish the difference between the two questions.
In the end, he nodded, "Mhmm."
Xu Qiaoqiao turned her head aside and began laughing.
Even if she knew that she was setting a trap for him again, she still couldn't help herself from feeling elated.
