Feng Ciye smiled and answered flawlessly, "Just curious."
Mu Qingmei couldn't discern the purpose behind Feng Ciye's question; she had never seen that eldest brother and heard that he died young, still in swaddling clothes.
If he had truly grown up, he might be two or three years older than Feng Ciye?
The Mu Family's old house had few people and wasn't as grand or majestic as the Feng Family's old house, but the scenery was exceptionally beautiful.
Occasionally, you could see some servants sweeping the floor or weeding in the garden, extremely leisurely and carefree.
Mu Qingmei invited Feng Ciye to take a stroll around the Mu Family, but ultimately couldn't make out anything, so she had him sit in the hall for tea.
Mu Qingmei remarked with a hint of a smile, "Fourth Young Master, are you satisfied now? You've toured every inch of the Mu Family's old house. Is it nice?"
