Di Yimo was caught off guard by her sudden strong push and couldn’t help but step back, nearly losing his balance.
He seemed a bit annoyed, and his already icy face instantly became even colder.
Despite his young age, his aura seemed innate; when he hardened his expression, it was indeed a bit intimidating.
For some reason, seeing him like this made Nangong Xiao inexplicably feel a bit guilty, and she couldn’t help asking abruptly, "How are you?"
"Do you care?" Di Yimo looked at her, his deep eyes revealing no expression.
Nangong Xiao felt somewhat defeated and said, "Yimo, can you stop this?"
"I’m making trouble?" Di Yimo raised his eyebrows, genuinely serious as he said, "Nangong Xiao, isn’t it you who’s making trouble?"
"Me?" Nangong Xiao was surprised, "What trouble am I making?"
"Weren’t you always the one making trouble when we were kids?" Di Yimo looked at her and said, "You were the one who said you wanted me as your husband, the one who kissed me. Now that you’re grown up, you pretend you don’t know me. Nangong Xiao, tell me, am I the one causing trouble or are you?"
"I..." Nangong Xiao felt guilty and could only argue, "I’ve already told you, that was just childhood ignorance and silly acts, since it was from childhood, it shouldn’t be taken seriously. If I’m wrong, I’ll apologize to you."
"Is an apology useful?" Di Yimo slightly tilted his head, looking at her as if he was the most arrogant person in the world.
Nangong Xiao: "..."
"Couldn’t you wait for me to grow up?" Di Yimo suddenly spoke very seriously.
"Hmm? What?" Nangong Xiao didn’t react for a moment, feeling a bit perplexed as she asked, "What do you mean by waiting for you to grow up?"


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