Ou Jue let out a cold snort, his dark eyes locking onto her. "What if it were you?"
"Nani?"
Ou Jue asked with utter seriousness, "If today our roles were reversed, and that tree had been planted by me and my childhood friends, including Qiao Qianmo, would you be angry?"
Xia Xiyan thought about it. "No, I wouldn't."
Xiyan had always been good at distinguishing between personal and collective matters.
But who would've expected Ou Jue's handsome face to darken with an unreadable expression? "Why wouldn't you? Does that mean you don't care about me?"
… Ugh, where was this even coming from now?
Xiyan rubbed her forehead helplessly.
"Big Boss Ou…"
"What?" His face was expressionless.
"You're the one I care about most." Xiyan tightened her arms around his waist, her tone softening.
The one I care about most.
Ou Jue's back stiffened, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
Suddenly, he grabbed her chin, his thin lips crashing down onto hers.
