"I'm fine." Zimo turned her face aside, avoiding Mu Lingchuan's large hand.
At any time, she would instinctively try to dodge his touch.
"What's going on with you?" Mu Lingchuan frowned.
Feeling unwell at one moment and fine the next, she... seemed guilty.
"What are you hiding from me?" His face darkened as his voice went cold.
"Nothing, nothing at all!" Zimo immediately shook her head, her behavior totally showing her guilt.
She was never good at lying, and moreover, someone like Mu Lingchuan was not someone she could easily deceive.
However, after Mu Lingchuan's eyes flickered for a moment, he didn't pursue the matter further.
"Since there's nothing wrong, then, come down to have dinner with me."
He clasped her wrist in one move, leading her to the door, giving her no chance to refuse.
Zimo really had no choice but to casually close the door and go downstairs with him.
"Uh... where's your brother? I mean, Mr. Mu."
