Mu Liubing tried hard to calm himself, dragging his heavy steps up to the rooftop of the administrative building.
The night wind blew, but it couldn't blow away his anger. Yes, he couldn't accept that the budding flower was a ruined blossom that countless people had already ridden.
This greatly reduced his goodwill towards Xia Qingqian. He originally intended to turn and leave, but he needed to confirm it personally.
He seemed to have stepped on something, making a creaking sound. Xia Qingqian turned around, borrowing the dim light to see the visitor clearly, and smiled in surprise and delight, "Young Master Mu, you've come." She didn't know why she chose this lonely, dark rooftop.
Perhaps to avoid the prying eyes of idle people; the school was spreading rumors that she was doing night work at Ye Weiyang.
Mu Liubing stepped back, looking at her coldly, his tone extremely indifferent, "Why are you looking for me?"
