A Warm Story of Minglan

"Mu Zhinuan, right? If you have a problem with me, just say it!"

"Mu Zhinuan, are you blind?!"

"Nuannuan, don't like him. How about liking me instead?"

Mu Zhinuan pressed both hands to her forehead. "Fine, you're my ancestor. I can't afford to mess with you. But can't I at least avoid you?"

"Wen Heng, where are your manners?"

"Wen Heng, where's your sense of decency?"

"Nuannuan, I'm sorry, okay?…"