Mu Yichen's elegant fingers held the wine glass as he drank slowly, responding with a good-natured smile after hearing what Xiaomei said.
It seemed as though he had truly forgotten, but this provoked displeasure from the people present.
Nevertheless, he kept smiling, one hand holding the wine glass and the other resting on the back of Qin Mu's chair.
Qin Mu remained quiet throughout, but that didn't mean she had forgotten their first encounter in the country.
Reflecting on that moment now, Qin Mu realized that it was actually her who entangled herself with him, not the other way around.
In fact, countless meetings with him would lead her to unconsciously get involved, mistakenly thinking she was cold and rational enough — looking back, her thoughts at that time were juvenile and laughable.
"How about Mu Yichen tells us, when did he start liking our Sister Qinqin?"
Xiaomei rubbed her hands, her curiosity suddenly overflowing as she asked.
