He paused for a moment, then reiterated his point quite seriously, "In any case, I don't want to get involved in Guan Rong's affairs, nor do I intend to."
Hadn't he already said that just now? If you don't plan to get involved, then why ask anything at all? Hua Xiaomai almost blurted this out. The words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly realized something. She looked up, her eyes wide, with a slight curve in her lips, her expression one of amusement, "Does this mean... you plan to meddle in my affairs?"
Meng Yuhuai was a bit embarrassed, and under the oil lamp's glow, his ears flushed a suspicious red. He cleared his throat, "Haven't I already meddled enough in your affairs? It's no different this time."
Hua Xiaomai nearly laughed out loud, her mood greatly lifted by his comment. She reached out and pointlessly straightened the wooden sign hanging on the outside of the stall.
