"I'm fine, Mom. Why aren't you guys in bed yet?" An Ran handed her backpack to the maid, bent down to change her shoes, and glanced back at Mu Xingfeng behind her. Seeing his expression was normal, she couldn't think what might have happened at home.
Before He Yushu could answer, Old Mr. Mu spoke from over there. "Ran, you go upstairs and rest. Xingfeng, you stay. I've got a few words for you."
Oh? So that means it has nothing to do with me?
An Ran glanced at Mu Xingfeng again, greeted the elders good night, and went upstairs first.
Once inside the room, An Ran deliberately left the door slightly ajar, and then she heard Old Mr. Mu's questions.
"Tell me, what's with that woman?"
"Just someone insignificant, Grandpa. Something like what happened today won't happen again," Mu Xingfeng sat opposite Old Mr. Mu and promised the family.
