Mu Jingxi, who reluctantly agreed to stay, still wore an icy expression on his face in the study.
He was acting indifferently and unresponsively.
If Zhou Mutian hadn't watched him grow up from a child and knew that this was just his nature, he really would have been angry.
"Jingxi, tell me the truth, do you like Qiao An?"
Mu Jingxi frowned slightly, "It's not that I like her."
"Oh?" Zhou Mutian looked at him with interest. Not like her?
Could it be that he guessed wrong?
If it wasn't liking her, then why would he get so angry over her matters?
He wouldn't even give face to Zhou Mutian.
Zhou Mutian, as his uncle, understood his nephew very well.
Throughout his life, he had never seen him so protective over any woman.
But when it came to Qiao An, he took it especially seriously.
"I love her," Mu Jingxi corrected him, "It's not liking, it's love."
Zhou Mutian laughed, "Do you understand her, though?"
After all, Qiao An already has a daughter.
