Chu Mufeng stared at her, his usual casual defiance receding as a handsome, stern expression settled over his peach-blossom-like countenance, which bore no resemblance to his usual demeanor.
Ming Ge let him size her up quite openly, not even frowning her brows.
However, the corner of her eye couldn't help but steal glances at the beautiful, snow-white giant Samoyed Dog, her delicate little jaw tensing slightly.
After a few seconds, which seemed long but were, in fact, quite brief, Chu Mufeng slowly started to ask, "What are you up to?"
"...Hm?" Ming Ge tilted her head slightly, her eyes showing a faint confusion, clearly not understanding the meaning of Chu Mufeng's abrupt question.
She asked earnestly, "Movie Emperor Chu, what do you mean by that?"
Chu Mufeng certainly wouldn't believe that she truly didn't understand, and he snorted coldly, "Still pretending!"
Since she was being so obtuse, he wouldn't mind bursting her bubble of feigned ignorance.