Mu Yingchen's words involuntarily reddened Su Wanxia's cheeks once again.
Moreover, she was left speechless, without any excuse to refute.
It seemed like what he said was all true, right?
Mu Yingchen stood beside the bed, intently watching Su Wanxia's embarrassed state, with an attitude that seemed to demand an explanation from her that very day.
Su Wanxia's stiff neck gradually shrank back; she hemmed and hawed for a long time but couldn't make a coherent response.
She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and managed to squeeze out a few words through clenched teeth, though clearly frustrated and at a loss for words: "What do you want then?"
The curve of Mu Yingchen's lips grew wider; he seemed to have been waiting just for her to say that.
"How much do you think my personal worth is?" he asked seriously, like a teacher questioning his student about a math problem.
Su Wanxia, upon hearing his question, couldn't stop the twitching at the corner of her eyes.
