"Mom!" Song Muyu called out when she saw her mother.
It was the first time she had spoken since Song Xun had entered the room.
But it wasn't to talk to Song Xun.
Mrs. Song looked at her, then at Song Xun, both apparently neatly dressed.
Song Xun stood in the room with hands on hips, looking like he was about to deliver a lecture, and his complexion was very poor, his brows tightly furrowed, clearly extremely annoyed.
She looked at Song Xun and asked, "Song Xun, what are you doing here at your sister's place so late?"
"Just talking to her about something," Song Xun replied.
"Is that so?" Mrs. Song turned towards Song Muyu, her face full of worry.
"I have nothing to say. I want to go to sleep now, Mom." Song Muyu had just escaped her troubles and was exhausted both physically and mentally, but Song Xun insisted on questioning her here.
She was stubborn too, not saying a word.