This kind of gaze from women, Mu Xiaoyao had long been accustomed to.
Mu Xiaoyao downed the glass of red wine in one gulp and placed the glass back on the tray.
Without pausing, he continued to stride towards the backyard.
Nan LanLan stood where she was, watching him, waiting for him to walk by.
Who knew, when Mu Xiaoyao passed by her, he didn't even glance at her.
In fact, sensing her dazed gaze, there was even a hint of disgust in his eyes.
It wasn't until Mu Xiaoyao walked past her that Nan LanLan suddenly snapped back to reality.
"You..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
Suddenly, Mu Xiaoyao spoke: "Move aside."
That voice was like an ice shard, indescribably cold.
Nan LanLan was stunned in place, instinctively stepping aside.
That figure, though tall, was frighteningly cold, giving an inexplicable feeling of being kept at a distance.
Of course, she realized that this person wasn't being cold specifically towards her, but was equally cold to everyone.
