If they were alike, when they first met, An Yun wouldn't have been beaten up by her for trying to make a move.
"Indeed, quite alike," An Yun also chimed in.
An Yun felt that the Mu Lingyun before him seemed quite submissive to Mrs. Rong's words.
Even though she had planned to leave just a moment ago, she came back after hearing Mrs. Rong's words.
An Yun glanced at Mu Lingyun and continued, "Since you've already sat back down, how about another game?"
Mu Lingyun shook her head lightly, then poured herself a cup of tea and slowly started drinking.
An Mo also poured a cup of tea for An Yun and spoke up, "Brother, I think you should stop bothering. Even if you play another game, you're going to lose. You simply cannot win, so why insist on playing again?"
Mu Lingyun heard this and chuckled softly.
An Yun's face darkened, and he glared at An Mo, "Am I your family, or is Mu Lingyun your family?"
An Mo stuck out her tongue, "Being family doesn't help, she's just too good!"
