The recent dream was rather peculiar, but it didn't affect Musheng much.
Deep inside, Musheng now felt no ripples towards Mu Luo; if there were any feelings, it would likely be just aversion.
Regardless of whether the dream was a premonition of trouble for Mu Luo, Musheng wouldn't take it to heart.
Having come downstairs, Ma Changying had already returned and was cooking.
Ma Nanji was sitting on the living room sofa, engaged in a video call.
He was smiling like a tomcat in heat, his voice changing tones as if he were a woman when he spoke.
Musheng shuddered at the goosebumps that crept up his body and snuck a glance forward without drawing attention, noticing that Ma Nanji was chatting with a girl.
It seemed quite likely to be the daughter of the military officer he had mentioned.
From a glance over the video, Musheng saw that the girl had delicate features and an air of crisp efficiency, exuding a hint of dashing boldness.