Ji City.
Night, stars twinkling.
The TV in the living room is normally playing a costume drama, the sound of warfare and killing is robust.
Tea is placed on the table, the tea has already cooled.
A fruit plate is on the table, the toothpicks on the fruit plate still maintain the posture from an hour ago.
Fruits are on the table, but remain clean and reflective, unusually pristine.
Mu Nanshu's parents are looking at Lu Cheng on the balcony, separated by the window, pacing with his phone, their expressions began to turn restless...
"Who is Lu Cheng calling?"
"Are they unwilling to come?" Yan Sangyue couldn't hold back any longer, breaking the brief silence among the three.
Mu Leng rarely gave Yan Sangyue a sidelong glance, his voice dominant: "Don't make noise, it's not your time to speak."
"I'm worried," Yan Sangyue looked at her man with shock.
Mu Leng interrupted Yan Sangyue: "Even if you're worried, hold it in first."
