"You're talking about Mu Hewen," Mu Shuoqian took a sip of the tea served by the waiter, a fresh brew made with premium mountain spring water. The tea had a light green hue, with a few leaves floating like flat boats on the lake, gently settling at the bottom of the cup.
"Why do you ask?" Mu Shuoqian put down the teacup and looked over with an inquisitive gaze.
Gu Qili was propping up her chin with a silly grin, shaking her head: "Just asking."
Indeed, it wasn't him. She knew it. With his allergy to women,
the likes of Hu Jiaojiao's tricks could only deceive the flirtatious eldest young master of the Mu Family, Mu Hewen.
Listening to Hu Jiaojiao's whining voice, Mu Hewen felt his bones nearly melting, and on the side of his fingertips, there was an obvious red abrasion.
