Gu Xiaozhan listened to her speak with a sarcastic tone, but he didn't find it annoying. On the contrary, he was somewhat delighted.
If she didn't care, she wouldn't be talking in such a sour manner!
He tilted his head to look at her, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, yet he didn't speak, simply waiting to see what else she had to say.
Mu Anhan saw this, snorted, and turned her head away, ignoring him.
She was like a child throwing a tantrum, showing her poor acting skills in front of an adult.
Gu Xiaozhan pulled her into his arms; she struggled briefly, only to be held even tighter.
"Jealous?" He asked, surprisingly hopeful.
"Who's jealous?" Mu Anhan stubbornly retorted. Jealousy meant she liked him, but she was in a bad mood and didn't want to be jealous.
Gu Xiaozhan didn't delve into the issue further; if she wanted to be jealous, he would let her.
"Why are there boy toys everywhere around you?" Now it was his turn to settle accounts.
