"What senior sister? Call me junior sister!"
The woman's dissatisfaction, along with her pouting expression, flickered before Mu Qingge's eyes.
She was a bit stunned and blinked her eyes.
'Clearly it's the same face, why does it feel like two completely different people?'
"Hey! Why are you spacing out?" Seeing Mu Qingge not responding, the woman waved her hand in front of her. It was only then she noticed that standing before her was a stranger, yet an incredibly handsome man.
She blinked her eyes, and a look of astonishment appeared in her eyes, leading her to blurt out in praise, "You're really good-looking! I've never seen anyone as good-looking as you."
This somewhat infatuated voice snapped Mu Qingge out of her daze.
She twitched the corner of her mouth, smiled slightly, and prepared to turn and leave.
However, as she turned, the woman nimbly darted in front of her, reaching out to block her way.
Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why, senior sister?"
