Wen Qiao also turned her head to look, boldly meeting his scrutinizing gaze. After a moment, seeing him nod, she asked, "What do you think of what you've seen? Is it a total victory compared to your last confidante?"
Huo Mutian raised an eyebrow, "Why compare only to the last one?"
"Because she's the only girlfriend of yours I know, and she also pissed me off," Wen Qiao explained. "You could take it as a woman's jealousy and competitiveness, but if you have to flatter yourself into thinking I'm jealous, that's fine too, since whatever you think, I can't interfere."
The girlfriends Huo Mutian had talked about in the past weren't exactly reserved around him, but to maintain their image, they would still try to conceal their less-than-pleasant thoughts in his presence, either acting decorously or unnaturally strained. Wen Qiao, revealing her thoughts so frankly, could be said to be the first.
And also the first to confront him.
