Mu Shuoqian walked over with a stern face: "You are not welcome here."
"Mu, you're too harsh. Not as hospitable as Qili," Bai Chengxi said with a cigarette in his mouth, glancing at Zhuo Yanbei, who was curiously looking around, "Yanbei, what are you wandering around for?"
"Nothing, are those grapevines outside the window?" Zhuo Yanbei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring earnestly at the newly opened garden.
It's hard to imagine that someone like Mu Shuoqian would also tend to such a small courtyard, and it's so well-organized and exceptionally neat and tidy.
"Let's have some tea." Gu Qili had already brewed the tea and brought it over, but was intercepted halfway by Mu Shuoqian, who coldly glanced at the group of big men who were either sitting or lying on the sofa, not considering themselves outsiders, "Don't serve them tea."
Gu Qili patted his hand and shook her head. This is not the way to treat guests.
