Wen Jiaren speculated thus, yet she didn't bother Mr. Mu, focusing solely on coaxing the little one to sleep.
To her surprise, after she had put Xiao'er to bed, that grand Buddha statue still stood unmoving. She was certain he wasn't playing with his phone; he hadn't even moved his hands or feet once, as if he had been subject to an acupoint-sealing technique.
She had long figured out that this man was stubborn and quirky, often displaying bizarre behaviors, but she hadn't expected him to be this foolish. Ignore him, and he would literally stand there silently, immobile. What on earth was going on in his mind?
Was it really such a big deal that she hadn't initiated a conversation? Couldn't he take the initiative?
Hadn't he agreed to pursue her?
Was this his way of chasing her?
Standing silently like that—it was obviously a ploy to get her to cajole him!
Wen Jiaren purposefully spoke in a fierce tone, "What are you standing there for, come over to sleep already!"
