"Miss Mu, I—"
Mu Qingtong and Fei stared at Xia Feng, but after Xia Feng had uttered just four words, he paused.
He waited a full two seconds.
And didn't make another sound.
Mu Qingtong couldn't help feeling puzzled inside, her face still weak, her parched lips quivered as she was about to say something else.
Xia Feng, however, suddenly let out a sigh, looking at her helplessly, "Miss Mu, at a time like this, why are you still concerned about my romantic troubles?"
Mu Qingtong's eyes were tranquil like glistening pools of water, but her eyelids drooped from exhaustion, and her pale cheeks were desperately weak, making her naturally cold demeanor seem all the more pitiable.
She shook her head so faintly it was almost imperceptible, "If Mr. Xia does not wish to answer, then let it be...."
