1415, Three Years Later
This way, when Mu Anran asks again next time, she can be more at ease.
Sure enough, after nearly a month of lost contact, Mu Anran received an email from Mu Shaojing.
The email attachment contained a video he recorded for Mu Anran.
The video was set in Mu Shaojing's Moer Manor, and he was as handsome as ever, with a smile as sly as a fox.
Mu Anran could tell from his manner of speaking that he was doing well.
The worry she had finally settled down.
Thus, the siblings started communicating through emails.
One every half month, without fail.
However, Lin Guanguan was almost never mentioned in Mu Shaojing's emails.
Time flew by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
At the entrance of Beiyujing Villa, a black nanny van screeched to a halt in the yard.
"Bang!"
The car door was yanked open, and a tall, beautifully-featured woman in high heels, wearing a beige trench coat, stormed out angrily.
