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He didn't know who he was gazing at.

That was too strange.

The car had not driven too far, when Ji Qingge suddenly opened her mouth and called, "Fi-god."

Mo Huaifeng glanced at her through the rear-view mirror and didn't find anything amiss.

Ji Qingge's reply was as if she wouldn't give up if she didn't shock someone. "You like my brother?"

"…"

If this matter was discovered by Ji Zhiyao himself, Ji Zhiyao definitely wouldn't be this straightforward in questioning. Yet Ji Qingge wasn't familiar with Mo Huaifeng, and who knows there might not be any chance for them to meet again. She would ask directly, and even if it was a wrong guess, Mo Huaifeng wouldn't feel too awkward.

She desperately wanted an answer right now.

Mo Huaifeng seemed to have been taken by surprise, after a while, he said, "Mm."

Admitting it?

Ji Qingge suddenly felt like she should become a sorceress, whatever guess she made was accurate.