Yan Rufeng helplessly said, "Sister Qingyue, why are you acting all high and mighty like Mumu? How could I not care about her."
"Hehehe!"
Qingyue laughed, "You care about Mumu? Why didn't your old sis notice that?"
Qingyue then asked Yi Mu,
"Mumu, did you feel that Rufeng cares about you?"
Yi Mu shook his head in disappointment.
"Uh..."
Yan Rufeng's face was covered in black lines.
"Sister Qingyue, caring about someone and being concerned over them isn't just about saying it, right?"
"Hmph!"
Qingyue scoffed, "Then tell me, how exactly do you care and concern yourself over Mumu?"
Yan Rufeng raised his hand and covered his chest.
Qingyue rolled her eyes at Yan Rufeng.
"What's wrong? Heartache? Or are you trying to avoid answering my question?"
"No, no, no!"
Yan Rufeng shook his head and waved his index finger from side to side, saying, "I mean with my heart."
"Hehe!"
