"You're angry," Nan Mufeng pursed his lips, his discerning gaze intently fixed on her small face, feeling a faint sense of anticipation welling up inside him.
Anger is a form of care.
Just like today, when Rui Kun told him he wanted to pursue Jian Xi, he was so angry he wanted to strangle him!
What about Jian Xi?
If she was angry, did it mean she cared too?
"Nonsense!" Jian Xi said loudly, "Wouldn't you be angry if someone could barge into your home anytime they wanted?"
Nan Mufeng thought earnestly for two seconds and answered, "If it's you, I wouldn't be angry."
Jian Xi was choked up, unable to catch her breath, her fists itching to beat him!
"But I am angry!"
"No, you're not angry about that," Nan Mufeng's furrowed brow slowly smoothed out, a smile spreading across his chiseled face, "You're angry about the canceled engagement, aren't you?"
"..."
Jian Xi's eyes flickered, still holding her small waist up straight: "No!"
"Yes!" Nan Mufeng was certain.
"No!"
"Yes!"
