Jiang Zhiyuan, for the first time in his life, was choked by smoke, his eyes tearful as he watched Zhao Huai.
After hearing that question, Mu Yichen nearly stuffed the cigarette he was holding into Zhao Huai's mouth.
"What's going on? Are you still in a cold war with Xiaomu?"
Jiang Zhiyuan asked, his expression a bit exaggerated.
"How would I dare to be in a cold war with her!" So damn proud.
The annoyance in Mu Yichen's eyes simply couldn't be described in words.
"I heard from people at their studio that Xiaomu has been unhappy these past few days."
Zhao Huai spoke to Jiang Zhiyuan, while Mu Yichen stood between them.
At that empty stairwell entrance, three men leaned against the wall.
"Could it be pre-wedding jitters?"
Jiang Zhiyuan had heard of this condition, and although he had not married yet, he believed he was already suited to diagnose it.
"I'm afraid it's not that!"
This time, Zhao Huai looked at Mu Yichen.
