Lu Zhu's face showed neither shock nor confusion; she simply stared into Mo Zhi's eyes and asked earnestly, "Xiao Zhi, have you thought it through? Is it that you like him, or has he made you think that you like him?"
Mo Zhi furrowed her brows, "What's the difference? Don't I know whether I like him or not?"
Lu Zhu revealed a faint smile, her expression strikingly reminiscent of Mo Nanze's.
"You won't admit it even if you're being called foolish," Lu Zhu shrugged.
"Here we go again..." Mo Zhi pouted, feeling extremely indignant inside, "As if you're the only smart one, enough already!"
Ever since Lu Zhu came back, she seemed always to be one step ahead of Mo Zhi.
Lu Zhu was smart, Lu Zhu was emotionally stable, Lu Zhu was beautiful...
Even so, Mo Zhi didn't envy her.
Because mom and dad cherished her the most.