Lin Jiamu seemed oblivious, sitting on the ground in a daze, lost in thought about something unknown.
Xie Feng snapped irritably, "I say, my dear ancestor, do you know how badly you're being trashed online right now? Say something so I can manage the PR."
If it were someone else, he'd handle it easily, but it just had to be Mu Yan, this kid's weakness. If he didn't handle it well, he was sure to have a fight with him.
Lin Jiamu remained silent, and Xie Feng wasn't in a hurry anymore. He simply sat on the sofa, staring at him, waiting for him to speak, challenging who could outlast whom.
After all, this was all he had to deal with today.
After who knows how long, Lin Jiamu suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, with a dim expression. "Haven't you always wanted to know why I didn't dare to confess to her?"
Xie Feng's eyelid twitched; this was something he truly wanted to know.
When Lin Jiamu explained the ins and outs, Xie Feng panicked and jumped up from the sofa.
