"Did you go looking for Nangong Xiao?" Di Wushuang stared at him, almost certain.
"No way." Di Yimo looked at Di Wushuang coldly, still denying.
"Hmph." Di Wushuang snorted, "You can pretend all you want, but your face says it all."
Di Yimo furrowed his brows in frustration and suddenly spoke, "She's writing love letters to someone else."
"Oh?" Di Wushuang raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, but quickly regained his composure and nodded, "It's normal, she's experiencing her first love."
Di Yimo: "..."
"Do you like her?" Di Wushuang continued to ask.
"I don't know." Di Yimo replied irritably, resting his hands behind his head.
"I advise you to control your emotions." Di Wushuang suddenly said in a low voice.
Di Yimo turned his gaze towards him.
Di Wushuang pursed his lips and said seriously to Di Yimo, "Your mommy originally disagrees with this, if you keep it written all over your face, believe me, soon you won't even be able to see Nangong Xiao."
