At this moment, a servant washed a plate of fruit and brought it over. Mu Xingfeng casually picked up an apple and started peeling it for An Ran.
"Junyang is a man who values relationships; he won't act impulsively before understanding his own heart."
An Ran lazily leaned on Mu Xingfeng's shoulder and tugged at the corner of the apple peel.
Mu Xingfeng's knife skills were excellent. The peel was thin and narrow, without breaking.
She tried to pull lightly, yet it still didn't break.
Mu Xingfeng watched her little actions and curved his lips into a smile. Despite being almost twenty, she still had a childish nature. Even with an apple peel, she could play so attentively.
After finishing peeling the apple, Mu Xingfeng cut it into bite-sized pieces, stuck them with toothpicks, and handed them to her. An Ran opened her mouth and bit them directly.
"Mu Xingfeng, you say that Brother Yang is a man who values relationships. What kind of man are you?"
