Han Muxue watched the two with a cold expression but remained silent, quietly taking a seat at the edge of the sofa.
"Xuexue, have you seen the video? This jerk has become famous, huh!" Xia Qingrou noticed Han Muxue's unusual behavior and whispered to her with a chuckle.
Han Muxue didn't respond, her head bent over as she vigorously rubbed her phone, lost in thought.
Such a twisted life... Shen Mochen thought. This wasn't the life he wanted.
...
In the evening, guessing that it was almost dinnertime, Shen Mochen walked to the living room. Xia Qingrou was still angrily scrolling through Shen Mochen's short videos, biting fiercely into an ice cream.
"Dinnertime is coming up, and you're still eating ice cream. You won't have room for dinner," Shen Mochen said with a smile.
Xia Qingrou glared at Shen Mochen viciously and huffed, "Mind your own business!"
Shen Mochen shrugged. "If you're jealous, then don't watch. Yet, you still insist on watching."
