"Uncle, Auntie, Xiao Shu and I will head out now. We'll come over for dinner again tomorrow night." After finishing dinner and a walk, Lu Cheng bid farewell to Mu Leng and Yan Sangyue with Mu Nanshu.
Listening to Lu Cheng, Mu Leng's eyes showed a flash of complexity for just a millisecond, but he quickly replied, "You focus on your own things. If you're really too busy, you can just handle dinner on your own."
Girls can't be kept at home forever.
Mu Nanshu is already past thirty, a modern woman. Discussing cohabitation before marriage seems pointless.
If these two were going to do anything, they would have done it back in college at eighteen or nineteen.
"Uncle, you don't think we're a bother coming here for dinner, do you? Personally, I think it's great to have a warm, healthy meal at home every day," Lu Cheng chuckled.
