She had learned this as a kid, pestering her mom to teach her. Her younger brothers also loved it when they were young.
My little brothers...
Mu Lingqian's gaze fell on Wen Xiangyang's face, noticing her facial expression switching from downcast, to a smile, then becoming completely silent for reasons unknown.
Nobody spoke during the ride until they arrived at the villa and Wen Xiangyang was asked to get out of the car.
The villa was situated halfway up a hill, boasting a stunning view, fresh air, a natural lake with shimmering waves, and a captivating landscape.
As soon as Wen Xiangyang got off the car, an elderly woman in her sixties, with bifocals on, came to greet her.
"Young Master, why are you home so early today?" Madam Zhuang greeted, only to notice Wen Xiangyang standing aside. She pushed her glasses up and curiously asked, "And who is this…?"
"Hello, I am a friend of Young Master Mu." Wen Xiangyang politely responded.
"Oh, okay. Are you Young Master's girlfriend?"