Muo Huangnian looked down at her. "Otherwise, what do you want me to do?" Noticing her somewhat red eyes, he tugged at his lips with amusement. "Or should I chase after her and leave you here alone?"
"Do you want to go after her?" Manman clenched her lower lip tight. If he didn't want to, he wouldn't have said it—he indeed wanted to pursue her. "Muo Huangnian, do you still have feelings for her? Are you just upset because she likes Mo Shiche now... You still like her, don't you?"
As she asked these questions, her eyes were fixed tightly on him, as if terrified he would agree, that expectant yet timid expression stirring the man's mischief. Muo Huangnian chuckled lightly, "Manman, why do you ask these things?"
He leaned down slightly, his long fingers tilting her chin up. "As you wish, we are about to get married. Whether I like her or not, what does it matter? I can't possibly marry her."
