Ou Zun told Mù Qiānxún that he needed her to show up tomorrow, and she naturally agreed.
Ou Zun was a bit unsettled seeing her nod without hesitation, pinching her chin: "Why did you agree so readily?"
This was something Ou Zun promised, but seeing Mù Qiānxún so cooperative made him uncomfortable.
Mù Qiānxún leaned against the sofa, reading a book without lifting her head.
"Because I knew you would agree!"
This was expected.
Mù Qiānxún understood Ou Zun.
He was a true representative of the third generation, embodying integrity, solving everything with utmost propriety.
Personal relationships were personal; other relations were another matter.
Ou Zun was originally a bit blocked, but after hearing her words, he wasn't anymore.
He laughed and ruffled her hair.
"Good girl."
Mù Qiānxún grabbed his large hand down, "No ruffling me, I'm about to be a mom, if you have a daughter, go ruffle your daughter!"
Ou Zun didn't let her take his hand away.
