At Jian Xi's age, she should have been in a greenhouse, pampered and loved.
Unfortunately, he couldn't pamper her anymore.
"You got nervous when my phone was unreachable, didn't you?" Nan Mufeng asked.
"No." Jian Xi shook her head, "I knew you did it on purpose."
Nan Mufeng raised his eyebrows; she actually knew?
"It's confusing and deceptive, making it hard for the enemy to distinguish gender. Good strategy!" Jian Xi praised. She had used this strategy countless times.
Nan Mufeng looked at her with admiration: "You really are different from others."
"Smart, huh?" Jian Xi winked playfully.
"Mm."
"So are you."
"Haha..."
The often gloomy Nan Mufeng was amused and laughed because of her.
Smart people seemed not to need to say much more to each other.
What a pity that their fate could not continue.
"Your home has been newly renovated and cleaned up. Go have a look!"
"Okay."
...
After dinner, Jian Xi tidied up a bit and then took her things and went home.