"You're doing this on purpose!" Mi Lu was absolutely certain that Shen Haoxuan had set a trap and was just waiting for her to step into it.
"What on purpose, Mi Mi? What are you even talking about!" His eyes betrayed confusion, his expression—oh, as innocent as it could possibly get. Playing dumb was undoubtedly one of Shen Haoxuan's essential skills.
"You..." Mi Lu pointed at Shen Haoxuan, wanting to say something but ultimately gave up. She huffed loudly and swung her hand down. "Hmph!"
"Mi Mi, what's wrong again? Did I do something wrong again?" Shen Haoxuan half-squatted in front of Mi Lu, propping both hands on the sofa, lowered his head, and looked up at her. "Mi Mi, are you mad at me again?"
Wasn't it obvious? Of course Shen Haoxuan knew. He fully admitted to his mischievous tendencies—he simply enjoyed watching Mi Lu get mad but powerless to do anything about it.
