Pei Jinxi brought Mu Qianli home.
Mu Qianli sat on the sofa, rubbing her half-dry hair.
He directly brought over a towel and completely covered her hair with it.
"There, no need to fret, isn't this good? Everyone at home knows now; I won't have to pretend anymore when I come to see you."
Mu Qianli looked at him, "But, aren't you angry about what my dad said to you?"
"Why be angry?" He raised an eyebrow, "My profession, my age, it's pretty clear that I'm not suitable."
Mu Qianli lowered her head, "But I always feel it's unfair to you, your family didn't look down on me."
"Because you look dependable."
"Dependable? What do you mean... Older, like a good wife and mother?"
Mu Qianli lifted her head.
"..."
