No matter what they were talking about, the way they stood together really did look very close. Nangong Xiao withdrew her gaze.
She couldn’t help taking a deep breath. Honestly speaking, she felt a bit stuffed up inside, but as for why, she really couldn’t put it into words.
Probably because she really never thought Di Yimo would actually get a girlfriend.
Nangong Xiao was still letting her thoughts run wild, desperately trying to shake off that uncomfortable feeling in her chest, when suddenly a warm breath leaned in close to her ear, a low voice asking, "Auntie, what do you think of my girlfriend?"
Nangong Xiao froze for a second.
"Why are you asking me that?" After she reacted, Nangong Xiao scooted a little to the side, then turned her eyes to Di Yimo and asked quite seriously, "Does my opinion on your girlfriend even matter?"
Di Yimo raised a brow, then drawled lazily, "Can’t I ask for your opinion?"
"What’s there to ask?" Nangong Xiao frowned, still all proper and serious. "First, that’s your girlfriend. Whether you love her or not, whether you two get along or not, that’s something only you can feel. I can’t feel it for you. Second, if I say she’s no good, are you going to break up with her?"
Di Yimo’s lips curved slightly. Just as he was about to answer, Nangong Xiao cut him off. "You wouldn’t break up with her, would you? So does my opinion matter? Does anyone else’s opinion matter? As long as you like her, that’s enough."
After she finished, Nangong Xiao turned her head back and stared straight ahead without another word. She looked kind of like she was angry, and kind of like she wasn’t—either way, her expression didn’t look all that fine.
Di Yimo looked at her, at her exquisitely perfect profile. His lips pressed together faintly, and then he leaned in a little closer again. "Auntie, I just wanted to make some small talk with you and casually ask what you think. Why are you taking it so seriously? It’s true, your opinion doesn’t matter. She’s my girlfriend, of course it’s enough that I like her."
Nangong Xiao’s brows instantly knitted tight. She turned her head to look straight at Di Yimo, a surge of inexplicable anger backing her voice. "If it’s enough that you like her, then why ask me? Are you messing with me?"



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