"Thank you," Mu Baicheng declined, "but I have other matters to take care of."
Mu Baicheng refused repeatedly, and Zheng Niannian felt it wouldn't be right to press further, "Alright then, Brother Baicheng, thank you for your help today."
"It was nothing."
With those words, Mu Baicheng turned and left.
Watching Mu Baicheng's retreating figure, the expression on Zheng Niannian's face was somewhat complicated.
She was thinking.
What kind of person was Mu Baicheng, really?
If he had no feelings for her, why did he come to fix the light bulb today?
He clearly could have chosen not to come.
But if he did have feelings for her, why then did he refuse to stay for dinner?
Zheng Niannian sighed softly.
At her age, all she wanted was to find a man to live a good life with, without having to guess and second-guess, which was too exhausting and a waste of time.
But Mu Baicheng's actions were truly baffling.
