Mu Xing heard him use the word "disdain" and corrected, "When did I ever say disdain?"
"So, you don't mind?"
"Minding and disdaining are two different things. Didn't you learn Chinese well?"
Bai Lingyun was silent for a moment, "I grew up abroad."
Mu Xing assumed he was admitting his Chinese wasn't good but didn't understand how he could make so many Chinese films if that were the case.
"But your words make sense. Let me get you a glass of water." Mu Xing thought for a bit, avoiding his gaze.
On her way out, she ran into Lu Wanwan, who was carrying a thermos box.
"Young Madam."
Lu Wanwan smiled, her bright eyes curved, and raised the thermos box in her hand, "Grandma told me to bring this over, saying she's already full and the rest is a treat for fellow patients and those taking care of patients."
Mu Xing pointed inside, "Then Young Madam, give it to him."
