Such a girl, what reason and what right does he have to be angry with her?
Even if he hadn't discovered the gift she prepared in advance but didn't send, or if she hadn't prepared a gift at all, he wouldn't be a bit angry.
"Really not?" An Ran used her uninjured arm to prop herself up on the man's chest, looking at him seriously.
Mu Xingfeng felt a pang in his heart seeing her cautious appearance. Why did she think he would be angry?
He used to chase her again and again, only to be rejected time after time, and he even thought she might only rely on him.
Now he realized that her love for him was no less than his for her, perhaps even more careful and considerate.
She thought of him in every way, silently accommodating him.
"Really not, how can I make you believe?" To show he wasn't angry, Mu Xingfeng softened his tone a bit, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly.
Just a faint smile was enough to dazzle An Ran.
