Mu Jin pursed her lips, recalling the scene she had witnessed that afternoon, and decided to go in and tell Rong Shang.

The door wasn't locked. He turned the doorknob, and with a "click," the door opened.

Inside the room, warm light shone down, and Rong Shang, who had just finished showering and was only wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts, stood in front of the bed, drying her hair.

The hairdryer was making a "whooshing" sound, but Rong Shang still noticed it immediately when Mu Jin opened her door.

Turning her head, she looked at Mu Jin, who had suddenly appeared at the door.

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Is there something you need?"

The boy didn't answer, but instead strode in slowly and deliberately.

At that moment, the bright light from the ceiling shone down, and he squinted slightly before finally walking up to Rong Shang and asking her, "He still has close relationships with other girls, don't you care at all?"

He said this as soon as he came up, and Rong Shang was stunned for a moment, but did not answer him.

Then, with a dark expression, he asked again, "Or do you really like him that much?"

Rong Shang finally realized that the "he" Mu Jin was referring to was An Chen.

So she turned off the hairdryer, smiled, and asked him, "Did you see him with another girl?"

"Um."

Do you know that girl?

"Lan Xi'er." Mu Jin answered reluctantly, her voice tinged with displeasure.

Lan Xier was in the same class as them in the first year of high school. Although she was a person with a very low presence, it was not difficult for someone like Mu Jin, who had a photographic memory, to remember her.

Raising an eyebrow, Rong Chang was also somewhat taken aback.

It wasn't Meng Yao?

Honestly, if Lan Xier and An Chen were to have a relationship, that would be quite shocking.

Of course, it doesn't mean that just because a girl is with An Chen, it means she has a relationship with him.

So Rong Shang asked another question, "What were they doing when you saw them?"

She asked many questions, but never gave a direct answer to his.

Somewhat angry, Mu Jin's dark eyes turned cold in an instant.

"Don't ask so many questions, just answer my question first."

He snatched the hair dryer from her hand and slammed it onto the bedside table behind her.

With a deep, dark gaze, Mu Jin stared intently at her, his thin lips parting slightly, "Tell me, do you really like him that much?"

He seems genuinely angry.

Rong Shang stopped asking questions related to An Chen. Instead, she curled her lips and asked him in return, "So what kind of answer do you hope to get from me?"

What do you think?

Taking a step forward, Mu Jin put one arm around her waist and pinched her delicate chin with the other.

They suddenly closed the distance between them, and the faint minty scent emanating from the boy enveloped her.

Rong Shang raised her eyes to meet his gaze, just as she was about to say something, Mu Jin's phone rang.

Frowning, Mu Jin's expression darkened.

Just then, Rong Shang reminded him in his ear, "Your phone is ringing."

With a cold snort, Mu Jin released her.

As he picked up his phone to go outside to answer the call, he added, "I have ears, you don't need to remind me."

It means he can hear her, but he doesn't care if she meddles.

"..."

Tsk, is she angry?

A hint of a smile appeared in Rong Shang's eyes as she turned and put away the hair dryer. A moment later, Mu Jin, who had finished his phone call, walked in again.

He didn't say a word, and pulled her to leave.

Where to?

"My friend said he wants to celebrate, I'll take you with me."