"Reporting to young master's dear Ran, sweetie has been taken to kindergarten by young master, report complete."
Jian Ran listened to Qin Mu's flamboyant words, barely holding back the smile at the corner of her mouth, and whispered softly, "Hmm, I got it... Comrade Qin the Third has worked hard."
"Not at all, it's a pleasure to work hard for Comrade Ran."
Jian Ran: "..."
This Qin Mu really had a way with swift talk.
Jian Ran hooked up the corner of her lips, asking softly.
"What about Tang Bao, did she give you any trouble last night..."
"No... it's just that young master has already gone through several personally tailored shirts because of your daughter."
Jian Ran: "..."
Hearing Qin Mu's somewhat roguelike words, Jian Ran said feebly, "Cough cough, I can wash them, but I definitely won't compensate, Qin the Third, one of your shirts could cost me a year's salary."
Qin Mu: "..."
Indeed, talking about money with Jian Ran was a friendship killer.