The two people's gazes were clashing. One was murderous, while the other one was as calm as water.
In the end, Mu Tingfeng took the lead to break the silence. He leisurely said something that sounded very familiar to Zhao Youlin, "You promised my mom to take good care of me."
Zhao Youlin was speechless. 'Bro, you use the same reason every time. Aren't you tired? I'm tired.'
But Zhao Youlin found that she had no way to refute such a simple reason. She could only suffer this loss angrily. Then, she snorted and said, "I get it."
Mu Tingfeng looked at Zhao Youlin, who turned away in anger. Only unwillingness and irritation were left in her eyes, which were usually filled with pride and confidence. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he found Zhao Youlin to be cute for no reason.
