I Don't Want You To Be Swindled

Now that he knew who Wen Huai was, Mu Chengxi already treated him as one of his own. His tone carried a faint hint of a joke, and it was completely different from the hostile air he had in front of the entrance of Ice City First High School.

Mu Chengxi looked at Wen Huai and raised his eyebrows slightly. He pulled out a chair for Wen Xin to sit down. He then sat down beside Wen Xin and poured her a cup of lemon tea he had prepared beforehand.

Upon hearing Mu Chengxi's question, Wen Huai glanced at Wen Xin, whose expression was indifferent. His cold face was tinged with a faint anger.

He casually pushed the glass of water in front of him and leaned against the back of the chair. His actions were somewhat gentle, but not as casual as Wen Xin's.