Mu Anran looked at them coldly, "Do you really want to move in?"
Seeing her attitude, Qin Fei thought she had been persuaded and quickly patted the mud off herself, "Of course. We've always lived here; we're not used to anywhere else."
Mu Xue also nodded, "Also, Mu Anran, I'll be taking your room. Since you, a country bumpkin, don't like to dress up, I'll make good use of all those skincare products."
Mu Nancheng, holding a contract, led Qin Fei and the others toward the house.
As Mu Xue brushed past Mu Anran, she deliberately bumped her with her shoulder: "Slut!"
Mu Anran was jostled backward, and the knife in her hand also dropped to the ground.
As soon as Mu Nancheng entered, he saw the mess and his face turned ashen: "What's going on?"
Qin Fei quickly followed him: "What else could it be? It's just Mu Anran smashing things because she doesn't want us to move in."
Mu Xue nodded in agreement, "Exactly. Dad, you're impressive, you silenced her with just a few words!"
