The last bit of light in the evening had faded by the time they were "crazy."
At half past nine, Mu Qiu finally received a call from her parents.
She sat on the sofa on the first floor, speaking in a low voice, her smooth hair draped down, covering half of her side face. Her sitting posture was perfectly normal, well-behaved, making her appear excessively quiet and peaceful.
Cheng Zhirang stood in the open kitchen, lowering his head to slice winter melon. In the pot beside him, bubbles were gently bubbling up, and once they burst with a pop, the aroma of duck soup wafted through the air.
The security in the Half Mountain Villa District is very high, and each household has its own land and villa. The surroundings of each villa are different, and they are not close to each other. Few people venture onto someone else's territory.
So, there's no need to worry about being secretly photographed by paparazzi or intrusive fans.
