Mo Xiaoqing felt worried whenever she thought about this troublesome problem.

"..." What's it to him?

Ji Muhan frowned, her patience completely exhausted.

"Ji Muhan." Mo Xiaoqing called his name repeatedly.

"..." Ji Muhan ignored it.

"Ji Muhan," Mo Xiaoqing called out with a beaming smile.

"..." Ji Muhan ignored him again.

"Hanhan..." she called again.

"..." Ji Muhan continued to ignore it.

"My dearest Hanhan..."

"Shut up." Ji Muhan's voice rarely showed any emotion, and she stared at her coldly. "I've said I'm not interested in minors. It seems you've misunderstood."

He showed a rare moment of compassion today, speaking tactfully for once, but Mo Xiaoqing's relentless pressure completely wore him down.

Now, she was even more annoyed by her, so she didn't hold back and retorted, "I don't like you. I have no liking for your chattering personality that never stops, and I even hate it. Even if I come back from my next vacation, I don't want to see you again."

Mo Xiaoqing, who had been keeping her head down since Ji Muhan started speaking, trembled slightly with her long eyelashes upon hearing his words, but she quickly concealed it.

"It's okay, Ji Muhan, it doesn't matter if you don't like me or hate me, because I like you." Mo Xiaoqing suppressed the bitterness in her heart, took a step forward, and looked up at him calmly and confidently.

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