Mu Houchu just listened quietly. It was the first time that this little woman was talking so noisily, but he did not find it annoying at all. Instead, a sense of peaceful joy surged in his heart.
"Mu Houchu?"
At times, while speaking, she would fear that he might be unconscious, so she would periodically call out to him.
"Mm." His response was simple but signified his continued attention.
Only then did she continue speaking with peace of mind.
"Xin He." Suddenly, Mu Houchu said.
"What's wrong?" Xin He quickly looked up at him, fearing that there might be something unusual happening to him.
Mu Houchu's face was still somewhat pale, and when he looked at her, he asked, "Why have you never called me by a more affectionate name?"
Xin He: "..."
When did this infamously cold-hearted Prime Minister start getting bothered by such sentimental matters?
"Really?" Xin He recalled and realized she had always been calling him Mu Houchu.