Just edited the message and sent it out, the phone in my hand was taken by Mu Qinnian and thrown into the dark compartment in front of him.
Jin Jumo looked at Mu Qinnian's stern side profile, feeling a bit intimidated in her heart.
Mainly because of Mu Qinnian's face, it's intimidating enough even when he doesn't smile, let alone when he wears such a gloomy expression.
Ding—
The sound of a message reply came from the phone.
Jin Jumo's ears slightly twitched, and her peach blossom eyes unconsciously glanced towards the phone.
"Hmph." Mu Qinnian snorted suddenly.
"Uh..."
Jin Jumo felt a chill down her spine, licked her lips, reluctantly withdrew her gaze, bit her lip corners, and looked innocently at Mu Qinnian, softly saying, "Brother, do you not want me to be with Rong Mochen?"
Mu Qinnian's hand paused on the steering wheel, his deep eyes glanced at Jin Jumo's somewhat sad and pitiable face through the rearview mirror, without answering.
