Mu Wanqing was really speechless. Didn't she just say "sister"?! Could this little thing's reaction not be too intense?! The contrast was a bit too great.
…
At ten o'clock in the morning, Mu Wanqing took Yang Muan to Tang Moyu's house.
On the way there, she called Tang Moyu several times, but no one answered.
Mu Wanqing's slender eyebrows almost turned into twists when she heard the busy sound coming from the other end of the phone.
What does it mean when Tang Moyu doesn't answer the phone?!
Could something happen?
Or, something happened to Mu Xiaoni, and he didn't have the face or the courage to answer her call?!
Thinking of this, Mu Wanqing felt that her whole heart was hanging high.
She released her hold on Yang Mu'an, motioned for him to fasten his seat belt, and then urged the driver: "Excuse me, can you drive faster?!"
When the driver heard this, he was a little embarrassed.
You should know that Yang Mufan had already issued an order that the six drivers in the family must slow down when carrying the young master.
If the young master was frightened by driving too fast, would he still be dead without any body parts?!
However, Mu Wanqing was urging her so urgently, and he did not dare to offend Mu Wanqing casually.
After much deliberation, he finally decided to speed up.
Anyway, Yang Mufan hasn't been in City A recently, so he wouldn't know if he accelerated once.
Half an hour later, the black car squeaked, made a beautiful tail drift, and then stopped steadily.
The driver turned around and smiled proudly at Mu Wanqing: "Miss Mu, we're here."
Mu Wanqing, who was shaken so dizzy, took a while to recover.
She nodded repeatedly, thanked her, and eagerly helped Yang Mu'an unbuckle her seat belt. Then she got out of the car, rushed outside Tang Moyu's villa, and knocked on the door hard.
However, no matter how she knocked, it was quiet inside, without any sound.
Now Mu Wanqing was anxious, and her uneasiness became more intense.
Just when she was about to climb over the window and take a look, the heavy wooden door suddenly creaked and opened slowly, revealing a little head with messy hair.
"Mommy..." The moment Mu Xiaoni saw Mu Wanqing, she was stunned for a moment, then flew towards her emotionally.
Mu Wanqing hugged Mu Xiaoni, frowning, and then relaxed slightly.
She touched her little head and asked. Of course, she was also particularly dissatisfied. She asked Tang Moyu to help take care of her. How did Tang Moyu take care of her?!
"Have you just gotten up?! Why is your hair so messy?! Where is Uncle Tang, he is not at home?!"
Mu Xiaoni held Mu Wanqing's waist, rolled her big black eyes, thought over and over again, and finally just pulled her towards the villa.
…
The moment Mu Wanqing went to Tang Moyu's room, a strong smell of alcohol hit her face and was extremely pungent.
She frowned and looked at the man who looked neither human nor ghost, sleeping soundly on the floor, and was extremely speechless.
We haven't seen him for a few days, but why have we become like this? He looks like he was abandoned and hurt by a woman.
Mu Wanqing had a sullen face and stood silently at the door for a long time, then stepped forward, raised her foot, and kicked her out: "Tang Moyu, you pooped, get up!!!"
