Wen Jiaren slid her phone back under the pillow and nestled back into Mu Qian's arm, playing with his even and clean fingers. "Mu Qian, what kind of person do you think Mr. Ding is?"
He, enjoying her hair's fragrance comfortably, asked, "What do you think?"
"I think, um... he's like a cunning old fox, very hard to grasp."
"Yes, he's definitely an old fox, a cunning and sly old fox."
Speaking of Mr. Ding, Mu Qian felt deeply, "His skills are nearly perfect, just short of giving him the 'Heavenly Eye,' so he's always clear on how to choose, what's best for him and the Ding Family."
Wen Jiaren nodded after hearing this, "I think so too!"
Far at the Ding Family, Mr. Ding, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, sneezed twice, wiped his nose, and muttered to himself, "Those two kids must be talking bad about me."
Upon going to Mu Qian's room, he had already packed up, preparing to leave tomorrow.
