The old man glanced at them and immediately smiled understandingly.
The more he looked at the two of them, the more pleasing and fond of them he became.
The meal gradually came to an end amidst the occasional questions and answers between Mu Ziying and Baili Xia.
After dinner, Feng Gang had someone prepare a pot of chrysanthemum tea to clear the heat.
The old man called several young ones to sit on the sofas in the hall, as if he had some important matters to discuss with everyone.
Baili Xia was still sitting with Mu Xiaoyao, although she really wanted to go and snuggle up with Uncle, it was not the time yet.
But this time, sitting with Mu Xiaojiu was not Ning Anran, but Mu Ziying who had preempted the spot.
As soon as she sat down, she immediately stared at Mu Xiaojiu with her big eyes blinking non-stop.
"Uncle, I've been unable to see you recently, where have you been?"
