Tong Xiaoxiao turned around to look at him, her eyes shimmering with a deep, unreadable light, "Mu Rufeng, you know I like you, yet you pretend not to see. Since that's the case, what does it matter to you whether I stay or leave? Even if I marry someone else, it has nothing to do with you now. Go away, and don't follow me anymore! I'm going back to the Nangong family."
"Xiaoxiao, if you don't want to go back, no one can force you. If they want to take you away, they'll have to cross over my dead body!" Mu Rufeng's eyes erupted with a chilling intent and fighting spirit.
"Since you don't like me, why do you care if I go back?" Tong Xiaoxiao's face showed a hint of impatience.
Mu Rufeng's lips moved slightly, a deep expression flashed through his narrow phoenix eyes, and the look on his face gradually dimmed, as if deeply hurt.
