The next morning, Mu Mu got up, washed up, put on light makeup, and threw an apron over her blouse, checking herself out in the mirror.
Perfect!
Seeing his daughter dressed youthful and radiant, heading out with her bag, Mu Xin felt something was off.
"Why do I feel like she's not going to work, but on a date?"
Zhong Xia gave a mocking smile, "Even if she's going on a date, so what? How old is Mu Mu now? Oh...forgot how you tricked me into the woods when I was 20! Saying you have a luminous watch, where is it now? Where's your watch?"
Lao Mu let out a few dry laughs, nimbly dodged the feather duster Zhong Xia swung at him, and leaned against the window sill to light a cigarette.
Saying is one thing; but why does thinking about his daughter going on a date with some yellow-haired fellow feel so unsettling?
Forget it, since his daughter starts her stall in the evening, Mu Xin decides to bring it up again then.
...
"Hey, Xiao Mu, you're early?"
