"Good friend? Yunzhan even sent her here to you, and now you're sending her to me; there's nothing inherently wrong with that."
Pei Zhao's righteous tone infuriated Mu Lan.
"Pei Zhao, even though you saved me, you have no right to boss me around here."
"You really aren't cute after losing your memory."
The smile slowly faded from Pei Zhao's face, his eyes fixing on Mu Lan as if scheming something.
Feeling a chill from Pei Zhao's gaze, Mu Lan subconsciously stepped back, increasing the distance between them.
"I don't need you to find me cute. Pei Zhao, I don't know what exactly is going on between you and Huo Tingxiao,
but there's one thing I think you need to understand.
I'm grateful to you for saving me, but that doesn't mean you can take whatever you want from me because of that gratitude.
Whether it's repaying a debt of gratitude or mistaking the person, it's my own business.
