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?"
