"Was there a lot of arguing?"
Little Nuomi nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice, "A lot!"
Mu Jingxi pondered. He had heard the rumors outside, but he hadn't thought that Mu Jingnan was serious this time.
It seems that he is determined to marry Feng Yushu.
Holding Little Nuomi upstairs to see the baby, glanced at Little Fantuan, the little one was full and sleeping soundly.
After dinner, he went to the South Wing.
Mu Jingnan had just finished dinner and was about to leave.
Before stepping outside, he was pushed back by Mu Jingxi who came to him, "Brother, I have something to talk to you about."
"Can we talk about it tomorrow?"
He occasionally raised his hand to look at his watch, seemingly eager to go out.
"No." Mu Jingxi forcefully pushed him back inside.
In the brightly lit hall, Mu Jingxi sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, he lifted his gaze and glanced at the speechless man opposite.
"I heard you're getting married?"
