"No," Mu Qingtong replied swiftly, her red lips issuing two concise words.
"Really? Have you not stood before my portrait or relics and secretly confessed, saying that you liked me?" Xia Feng stroked his chin, speculating.
"....." Mu Qingtong's response was cold and still swift: "No."
"Eh?" Xia Feng sounded lightly surprised, as if deep in thought, "The speed at which you said those two words was 0.521 seconds slower than before."
"Miss Mu, you're not lying, are you?" His dark pupils were smiling as he watched the woman.
"Boring." Mu Qingtong's voice was flat in assessment.
Xia Feng arched an eyebrow, wanting to say something more, but she directly interrupted, frowning as she asked, "Mr. Xia, you haven't answered my question. When were you resurrected? Or did you never die? Have you been imprisoned by Jiang Qiue these past few months?"
