When Xu Qingru's gaze fell on the large bags in Mu Ke's hands, she frowned slightly, "You came, why bring so many things?"
Mu Ke had already returned to his usual calm demeanor, but the respect in his tone made him seem not only unpretentious but also gentlemanly, "It's necessary, Aunt. Happy New Year."
Xu Qingru wasn't a person prone to pretense either. Mu Ke's gifts were not just a formality; they were an etiquette, especially if he truly intended to develop something with Sheng Jiayu.
Motioning for the servant to take the things from Mu Ke, Xu Qingru teasingly looked at Sheng Jiayu, "Why didn't you help Little Mu carry a bit? Becoming more and more unruly."
Sheng Jiayu stuck out her tongue, what did it matter to her?
It was Mu Ke who refused her help, okay?
When getting out of the car, she had clearly offered to carry them. And what did Mu Ke say?
"This is a man's job."
Male chauvinism.
