Ning Wan was stunned; she really hadn't expected him to ask that. She stayed silent for a while before finally smiling and saying, "If you want to know, you can actually go ask someone else. Asking me doesn't mean I'll necessarily tell you."
Xi Mohan pressed his lips together and looked at her, his face not looking very good.
This little girl was getting bolder and bolder. She actually dared to talk to him like that now?
Recently, Ning Wan really had become less and less afraid of Xi Mohan. Probably because this man no longer looked at her with the same disgust as before, to the point that she'd even started to suspect that maybe Xi Mohan liked her.
But in reality it was just a suspicion; she didn't dare be sure.
Their gazes met—one pair of brows and eyes curved with a smile, while the other man's eyes held a faint anger at first, then in the end his face went completely expressionless.
