QingWu was enthusiastically selecting a "get-well gift" for Xie Ziyuan. Mu Ying accompanied her, helping her choose. When she noticed Xiao Chenyuan approaching, she merely smiled without a word and quietly slipped out of the room.
As she brushed past Xiao Chenyuan, she shot him a meaningful glance.
That look carried the weight of an elder admonishing a mischievous younger generation.
Xiao Chenyuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly lowered his gaze and let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
It seemed that the first person in this manor to recognize little bean sprout's true identity was none other than Lady Mu.
Unlike his own wavering hesitations and constant self-denial, Mu Ying had never doubted it from the very beginning—she was certain that QingWu was her little cousin.
Recalling the glare Mu Ying had given him earlier, Xiao Chenyuan rubbed his nose, finally understanding why he had received such a sharp-eyed warning.
