Wen Jiaren was really speechless, "We're talking about Ji Ziling, your dear junior, so don't cross it out and try to brush it off."
Mu Qian was even more amused, feeling like she was increasingly becoming conscious of her role as his woman. It was a sign she cared more about him, his long fingers joyously tapping on the table, "I didn't know about this before, and only realized it when she stayed at our place for a few days. What are you planning to do now?"
His question was so smug, it was almost like he was saying, "Now there's a woman competing with you for me, so what do you think we should do?"
After hearing that, Wen Jiaren's frustration turned into a mix of laughter and tears, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? I just talked with your junior, and I've said everything I needed to say to her. Now that she doesn't want to let go, you figure it out!"
Mu Qian might have realized the severity of the situation, falling silent for a long time before speaking up.
