"What do you think your dad wants us for this time?" Chu Ge parked the car, got out ahead of time to open the car door for Mu Bingtong: "Could it really be your father asking for his son-in-law's hand?"
"If you keep talking nonsense, you're finding your own place to stay tonight!" Mu Bingtong felt helpless with Chu Ge, who had no filter and dared to say anything and everything.
"Alright, my lips are sealed!" Chu Ge was actually just joking, and he followed Mu Bingtong towards the villa.
After the doorbell rang four or five times, the door was abruptly pulled open. To Mu Bingtong's surprise, the person standing inside was not Mu Changge but a young man in a black coat.
The young man seemed to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and when he first laid eyes on Mu Bingtong, a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes, and his movements paused slightly.
"Are you..." Mu Bingtong looked at the young man, her brows tightly knit: "A guest he invited?"