Leaving the Royal Palace, Mu Lin returned to the Jing family home, and the two children had not yet come back.
"Girl, come here." Seeing Mu Lin, the old Master Jing waved her over, and Mu Lin walked over obediently, "Grandpa." She sat down beside the old master.
The affection in Old Master Jing's eyes was all-encompassing when he looked at Mu Lin, "Xiaoxue told me you met some friends outside, how come you returned from dinner so quickly?" Xiaoxue was Old Master Jing's nickname for Gong Muxue.
As for Mu Lin, in all these years since the day they first met, the old master's gaze had hardly changed; at most, it had only grown more doting.
Mu Lin nodded, then shook her head, "It wasn't a friend, it was an enemy." An enemy destined by fate.
"Enemy?" The old master didn't really understand, as he had never seen enemies interact in such a way.