Hearing her almost blurted-out answer, Xiao Mo's brows furrowed even deeper.
"Never mind if you don't believe it." He slightly curled his lips.
If he didn't care for her, Xiao Mo wouldn't have bothered to travel back and forth to A City countless times, just to help her father get a lighter sentence.
If he didn't care, he wouldn't have used all his connections to block the news, just so she could study in peace and wouldn't do anything rash.
If he didn't care, why would he spend his own money to support her education, assisting her openly and covertly, and yet taking pleasure in it?
He didn't particularly enjoy explaining himself; he did things because they felt right, not to please anyone.
Xia Chuqing was startled; she hadn't expected it, and Xiao Mo didn't say much else either.
But at the same time, Xiao Mo didn't let go of her, his fingers gently caressing her face.
His hand was warm, and as it slid across her cheek, her face grew even hotter.
