"No, Xiao Ge, it's so late, I must take you home."
Mu Zhenzhen just couldn't feel at ease letting Su Ge go back alone.
"Mu Zhenzhen, since when is it your turn to give me orders?" Mo Xingyuan's pitch-black eyes stared at Mu Zhenzhen, his breath cold and harsh.
"I am not ordering you, I am taking Xiao Ge home. What does that have to do with you?" Mu Zhenzhen met Mo Xingyuan's gaze, her momentum not the least bit weaker.
Su Ge watched them both, dumbfounded.
What's going on here?
The last thing they should do is fight over her.
But would Mu Zhenzhen, so gentle, ever get into a fight?
Mu Zhenzhen's eyes weren't sharp, yet they were filled with defiance. Mo Xingyuan glared at her intensely, a dark storm gathering in the depths of his eyes, seemingly about to erupt any second, only to be forcefully subdued the next, "A woman who has the fortune of encountering me, Mo Xingyuan, three times; naturally, I will take her home."
