Although plainly non-mainstream, the clothes on Mu Lingqian somehow exuded a rebellious, aristocratic aura.
Wen Xiangyang suddenly thought of Mu Lingqian's past as described by Madam Zhuang.
She leaned closer to Mu Lingqian, her face filled with curiosity as she asked, "Young Master Mu, I heard from Madam Zhuang that when you were a teenager, you were the school ruffian and you often got into fights?"
"Curious about that?"
"Yes, yes." Wen Xiangyang nodded eagerly, like a pecking chick.
Mu Lingqian ruffled Wen Xiangyang's hair and said, "When I was in my teens, it was all about fistfights. The former second-in-command was subdued that way, and followed me into the army."
The former second-in-command?
Wen Xiangyang recalled the kidnapping incident. If the two had really known each other for so many years, then the betrayal must have been deeply painful for him.
"Young Master Mu, it's all in the past."