Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
His voice was deep and slightly unpleasant.
Somehow, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She said, “Yeah.”
“Ah…”
His voice was faint and as light as a feather.
He seemed to be laughing, but Li Beinian could distinctly tell that he was angry instead.
She coughed softly and said, “Erm, have you eaten?”
“What do you think?” He responded faintly.
Well, he must not have eaten yet!
Li Beinian thought for a while and said softly, “Why don’t you come over to my house to eat? We haven’t started yet, I can ask Aunt Zhuang to get another set of tableware.”
After all, the relationship between Mu Donglin and Mu Xichen was quite bad.
No matter how hungry this guy was, he probably wouldn’t be interested to eat at the same table as Mu Donglin?
“Humph.”
Sure enough, he responded faintly.
Li Beinian sighed in relief and was about to speak when Mu Xichen said, “Since you have said so, then I’ll force myself to come over.”
His voice was faint and extremely serious.
Li Beinian’s words were swallowed back down her throat.
Her white smiling face was stiff.
She quickly said, “No, you mustn’t force yourself, you don’t have to make it so difficult on yourself. I…”
Before she finished speaking, the phone was hung up.
Li Beinian held her phone and suddenly felt bad at the silence.
Li Beinian blushed at the curious glances that came her way.
What!
She finally knew what it meant by it was impossible to stop halfway, and what it meant to suffer at her own defeat!
How could this Mu Xichen be so shameless!
She had just said it politely, but he had actually taken it seriously!
“Nian Nian, who was that?” Old Mr. Li asked.
The smile on Li Beinian’s face was bitter and difficult as she said, “Erm… our neighbor.”
“Neighbor?” Old Mr. Li was a little surprised. Then, he remembered and was slightly stunned. “Is he coming?”
“Yes… he is…” Li Beinian was crying in her heart. “Aunt Zhuang, please help prepare another set of tableware.”
“Okay.”
Wu Meiya saw Li Beinian’s expression and teased her. “It’s good for a neighbor to come over and sit together, so you can have more communication.”
Mu Donglin glanced at her indifferently and said, “Do I know this person?”
“You do.”
You’re very familiar with him!
“Who is it?”
“It’s…” Li Beinian was about to answer when she heard a steady rhythm of footsteps from outside.
The sound of military boots striking the ground was particularly irritating.
Everyone looked over and saw a tall, slender figure.
He was standing straight and tall, with an icy-cold aura. His cold and imposing breath could be felt clearly just by standing, and he was so daunting that nobody would dare to approach him.
Mu Xichen brought about silence to the scene just by standing there.
Mu Donglin glanced at the tall figure, and his originally friendly face turned as solemn and cool as water.
And that man was wearing clean casual clothes that added a bit of elegance to his originally cold temperament.
His eyes deepened and he smiled coolly, his voice magnetic as he said, “It’s so lively here.”
1His voice fell and broke the momentary silence.
Wu Meiya’s expression changed and she stared at Mu Xichen in disbelief. “The neighbor that Nian Nian was talking about was you?”