But he didn't have the courage, nor any standing, to say even one word to Di Yimo.
See, that's how pathetic she was—she couldn't even find someone to vent to after being pissed off.
Going to talk to Di Yimo was basically asking to die, so she might as well wash up and go to sleep.
Worst case, she'd just pick out a hot guy another day to fix her mood.
On Nangong Xiao's side, she'd been slapped with a strict death order; Di Yimo's situation wasn't much better either.
Di Yimo had just gotten home from school when Di Mingjue and Gu Qibao called him in for a talk.
Gu Qibao went straight for it and bluntly asked Di Yimo, "Son, be honest with Mommy—do you like Nangong Xiao?"
"Mommy, why are you asking that?" Di Yimo looked at Gu Qibao, still seeming perfectly calm.
