Xiaoxiao's words were completely beyond Mu Zisu's expectation. The slight anger in his eyes dispersed a bit as he said indifferently, "Why are you trying to please me?" It meant she still had an agenda.
Xiaoxiao really hadn't anticipated that Mu Zisu would persist in questioning her so deeply. What should she say?
"Speak!" Mu Zisu commanded from on high. In fact, Xiaoxiao was standing while he was lying down, but Xiaoxiao felt that whether he was standing, sitting, or lying, he always had that unreachable, superior air about him.
Her heart trembled, and the words slipped from her mouth, "Because I feel like you've been angry with me recently..."
A dark light suddenly flashed in the depths of Mu Zisu's eyes. Angry? Was he angry? Did he have a reason to be angry with her?
But he had to admit, the moment she uttered those words, a surge of pleasure welled up in his heart.