Xiao Muli listened to the tone on the phone that wasn't very good, and he wondered, what's with Situ Xin, in the middle of the night, with such a big temper? Carrying his doubts, Xiao Muli didn't answer Situ Xin's question but instead asked, "Baby, who made you angry? It's late at night, and you're so heated."
Xiao Muli shouldn't have asked. His question was like stepping on a landmine for Situ Xin. On the other end of the phone, with hands on her hips and huffing with irritation, she said, "Who else but you could make me angry?" Luckily, this was a phone call, because if Xiao Muli were standing in front of her right then, she would definitely have poked him vigorously with her finger.
"Huh? Me?" Situ Xin's words made Xiao Muli start to seriously recall whether he had done anything to upset his treasure. But after replaying everything he had done since he and Situ Xin had been apart, he couldn't find anything that would have upset her.
