Mu Jin frowned.
"Auntie, that's what people used to do thousands of years ago. Please don't keep bringing these traditional customs up in front of me."
With that, she walked away.
As she left, she couldn't help but mumble softly, "Strange. I keep feeling like Pan Lingji's mother is some kind of traditional woman."
Her eyes narrowed. The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she became.
She quickly connected to Mu Ning's ID number.
When the call wasn't answered, Mu Jin calmly left a message and was about to leave when a familiar man suddenly stopped her.
It was none other than Pei Ke. Pei Ke looked at Mu Jin seriously. "He's not right for you. Trust me."
Mu Jin frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting? Move aside."
But Pei Ke didn't move.
"Listen to me. They have a strange way of rising to the top. They possess some traditional paintings and calligraphy that no one has ever seen before. Those antiques are what allowed them to become famous."
