Cheng Meixue watched Mu Xinlan's back thoughtfully. What she'd said wasn't wrong—being a woman, the first thing is to protect yourself from getting hurt.
It seemed that if Mu Xinlan's heart was going to be moved, Cheng Zhiming himself would have to take action. Relying only on her pushing things along from behind wouldn't do much; it might even make Mu Xinlan shrink back in her hesitation.
"Sigh…"
She let out a helpless sigh. Some things were better left to take their natural course.
As for what was going on in Cheng Zhiming's mind, he refused to tell her the truth. Forget it—she didn't want to meddle in this anymore.
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In the little garden, Mu Xinlan was playing house with Angel. The game might be childish, but she didn't feel impatient at all.
"Aunt Xinlan, what would you like to drink?"
