235: Why is your face red?

An'an very cleverly said, "Of course, sister's pile looks better!"

Hearing this, Mu Qingli immediately raised her chin proudly towards Fu Lanshen, "Did you hear that?"

Fu Lanshen cooperated, "Heard it, yours looks good."

Mu Qingli snorted lightly and wrapped her arms around An'an's neck, "Let's go, An'an!"

Once inside the house, a wave of warmth washed over them.

Mu Qingli carelessly took off her down jacket and scarf, while Fu Lanshen followed and naturally hung them on a nearby coat rack.

Fu Lanshen continued, "Lili, what time is your aunt's flight tomorrow morning? Let's go early to pick her up."

Mu Qingli replied, "I think it's at half-past two in the afternoon, so let's go half an hour early."

"Okay," Fu Lanshen nodded.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

New Year's Eve.

Since there was no training, Mu Qingli slept unusually late until 10:30 am.

When she came downstairs after getting ready, it was already eleven o'clock.