The old man felt a bit embarrassed under her gaze. In front of the French windows in the living room, Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao stood there, watching with amusement.
"This girl, she really leaps from one idea to another."
"Just like her aunt when she was little."
As soon as Mu Zihao finished speaking, Feng Fanghua whispered to him.
Mu Zihao listened and glanced at the girl outside, finding her somewhat similar to her aunt.
"Hasn't Qingxin called for several days?"
Mu Zihao questioned Feng Fanghua.
"That's right, each call has been cut in half recently, and that's still okay; she used to call twice a day, but now two days pass without a call."
Feng Fanghua couldn't help but grumble.
"Ever since Jiang Yan's career stabilized, she's been calling less. But doesn't this also indicate that the young couple is very happy now?"
Mu Zihao asked, wishing to soothe his wife's heart a bit because as a mother, she always hoped for her daughter to live well.
