"Uh, you..."
In the dim light, the person in front of me was dressed in all black and wore a black baseball cap.
The brim of the hat was pulled low, so Mu Xing couldn't see what the other person looked like.
But judging from her figure alone, she still appears to be a woman.
Who...who are you?
He raised his hand to grab the other person's hand, but for some reason, he couldn't pull it down.
Just as she blushed, a cold voice came from under the brim of her hat, "It's me."
Just two short words.
Mu Xing was taken aback by her gaze.
He thought for a moment, and seemed to have understood.
Mu Xing's pupils widened slightly as he stared intently at the other person.
A short while later, Rong Chang took off her hat.
Thud.
The hat was carelessly thrown on the ground.
Rong Shang raised her eyes and looked over, her gaze playful.
"Don't you recognize me?"
"Shen Qinghuan!"
Finally seeing the other person's true colors, Mu Xing's breath caught in her throat. "It really is you."
My God, what she just did, what she just did...
Just as the man was lost in thought, the woman's intrigued voice broke in, "Mu Xing, or Mu Chen?"
Mu Xing frowned. "What?"
"Should I call you Mu Xing or Mu Chen?" the woman repeated.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xing's eyes suddenly turned cold.
He narrowed his eyes, his voice cold and sharp, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Whether it's nonsense or not..." Rong Shang let go of her hand, a smile playing on her lips, "You know what's going on."
"..."
strangeness.
How did she know?
Mu Xing felt a little guilty. He touched his neck and avoided eye contact.
After a few seconds of pause, he looked up and asked, "Shen Qinghuan, just tell me straight, what exactly do you want to do here today?"
The man's deep eyes were filled with suspicion. "How did you get in?"
He approached step by step, "Who told you I live here?"
No comment.
"No comment?" Mu Xing snorted coldly. "Shen Qinghuan, you've been the same for ten years, always making me feel disgusted."
At that moment, the man's eyes were filled with disgust.
Such a gaze, perhaps, could only have been given to the original owner by the former Mu Chen.
You can't fake disliking someone.
The more this was the case, the more certain Rong Chang became.
He is Mu Chen.
Mu Xing stopped less than half a meter away from her and glared at her fiercely.
His eyes seemed to want to tear her apart.
The woman and he exchanged a glance.
She raised her lips and smiled.
"What are you laughing at?!" he asked, displeased.
"Mu Chen".
"I am not Mu Chen!" Mu Xing vehemently denied.
Rong Shang nodded slightly, her smile deepening. "Liang Man is here too?"
"It's none of your business!"
He really hates her.
Every word was laced with the smell of gunpowder.
Rong Shang glanced at him, her shimmering eyes sparkling.
Just then, the man reached out his hand.
He grabbed her arm, intending to drag her out of the villa.
"Shen Qinghuan, get out now."
"Don't dirty my place, do you hear me?"
"Tsk." Rong Shang turned her head to look at him. At this moment, dim light shone through the window, and the man's resolute profile was taut. It seemed that he was really not angry.
Is it really Mu Chen himself?
If so, then she can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Snap!
He slapped her across the face.
The man turned his face away abruptly, his wispy bangs falling down his forehead, and a cold glint flashed in Mu Xing's eyes.
He gritted his teeth and said, slowly and deliberately, "Shen Qinghuan."
He abruptly shook off her hand and turned around, ready to give her a good beating.
Unfortunately, his outstretched hand could never touch her.
Clap clap clap!
The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the air, one after another.
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