Zhai Muchen noticed her nervousness and questioned, "Are you nervous?"
"N…No." Han Ruochen stammered, and when she heard her stuttering voice, she bit her tongue, wishing she could slap herself awake. What was wrong with her? No matter how great Zhai Muchen was, in the end, he was still a normal human being. Why was she acting like he was some sort of idol? She cleared her throat and then said in a low voice, "Brother Muchen, there is something that I wanted to discuss with you."
"Go ahead," said Zhai Muchen as he leaned back in the armchair.
He knew that Han Ruochen wanted something from him. If not, this woman would have never come looking for him. After all, this woman was quite stubborn in her own way. Zhai Muchen felt helpless; he hoped that Han Ruochen was more like other women who would try to get close to him. But the more he wanted to get along with Han Ruochen, the more she acted like a mouse who had seen a big, bad cat.
