Different? Moo Huantong only found it funny when she heard it. The scene on the windowsill this afternoon was still vivid in her mind, "If hating someone counts as different, then it really is different."
Mo Beiyan saw that she, besides getting angry, was just venting, which made things not so different; she was simply unlucky that she always managed to anger him.
But that was his own doing!
Tong Ran noticed her cold attitude and knew she must be feeling very upset inside, but there wasn't much she could say about it, "Get some rest, soon we can have dinner."
Moo Huantong lifted the blanket wanting to get out of bed, "No need, Xiao Ran, I'm heading back. After all, this is your home... Besides, I can't eat at the same table as him."
Bam!
Suddenly, the door was kicked open.
Moo Huantong was startled and looked up, only to see Mo Beiyan standing at the doorway with a sullen face.
Tong Ran stood up, "Is dinner ready?"
"Almost."
