Muu Qingwan was persuaded.
Ye Xingbei's words were logical and heartfelt, and if she continued to refuse, she'd seem pretentious.
She nodded in agreement: "Okay, Aunt, I'll move my things over after lunch."
"Why not move them now? I'll help you," Ye Xingbei said, "If you move them now, you can go directly to the small building to rest after lunch."
She really couldn't bear to see Muu Qingwan run back into the kitchen to make lunch for them right after finishing the desserts.
After all, she wasn't their family servant; she was a guest.
Even for a servant, it would be unreasonable to not let them catch a break.
Her hospitality was hard to refuse, and Muu Qingwan nodded gratefully: "Okay, Aunt, thank you."
Ye Xingbei: "..."
If you were really grateful, you wouldn't call her Aunt!
Sigh.
It's all Gu Junzhu's fault.
So young, why did he have to have such a senior family status?
Thinking of Gu Junzhu, she subconsciously glanced at the study.
