"So this is Mushan! I must say, the scenery and air quality are quite nice!" Mu Lezhu lowered the car window and surveyed the surroundings, feeling it was indeed quieter than the city center, with fresher air that calmed the mind.
But just as she finished expressing her thoughts, the car window suddenly rolled up, Mu Lezhu's face froze momentarily in surprise. She turned to look at Lu Jingang, who continued staring straight ahead. Finally, sensing her gaze, he lightly pulled at the corner of his lips, "Cold."
Mu Lezhu was speechless, unable to argue, and seeing his familiarity with the route, she asked, "Have you been to Mushan before?"
"Visited twice, once to see Mr. Wang, and came last year when the old lady passed away."
"No wonder you seem familiar with the route."
"Good memory, can't help it."
"..."
Mu Lezhu's mouth twitched slightly, inevitably giving him an eye-roll, muttering softly, "Is there any medicine for his narcissistic ailment?"
"What did you say?"
