C225 He Was Tolerating

The chopsticks in Huo Chixuan's hand froze and he forcibly stopped them in mid-air. Looking at the steam coming out of the noodle bowl, he put his chopsticks back on the table. "Xinya, I don't want to mention Tong Ya when we're together, okay?"

"Well, why? Don't you like her? Let me ask you, does she like Fu Lang Hua the most? "

He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest