Before Nan Wan could turn around, the person speaking had already bounced a few steps forward, linking both hands through Mr. Mu's other arm.
Mr. Mu? Grandson? Surprise?
This is quite a lot to take in.
Huo Ran lifted a hand to tuck stray hair behind her ear, adopting a coy expression, "Oh, I knew you were the type to be all uptight on the surface, but deep down you just can't wait to be tangled up with someone until the end of the earth."
Her outfit was completely out of sync with everyone else around.
A thin ginger shirt on top, paired with a knee-length skirt of the same hue below, leaving two long white legs bare.
Never mind the rest, what was truly remarkable was that she wore eight-centimeter heels to climb a mountain.
Nan Wan didn't speak, just glanced at the little girl holding onto the man's hand, then looked at him with a seemingly indifferent smile.
The path up the mountain was narrow, fitting at most three people side by side, if they squeezed.
