"The mistress already found her way here, and he still denied it." Mu Li was overwhelmed with agitation and the pitch of her naturally became higher.
She rolled up her sleeves, put a hand on her waist and pointed the other one towards the courtyard entrance. She hollered at Yan Rusheng, "Get lost!"
To her surprise, this wretched kid had actually believed that old man's lies. And he was even speaking up for him.
It gave her a headache and broke her heart.
"Aunt Mu, gracefulness!" Wen Xuxu held Mu Li's elbow and whispered in her ear to remind her. "You said that girls have to be graceful."
She used to fight with Yan Rusheng frequently in the past and returned home covered in dirt.
When Aunt Mu helped her to shower, she would always say this: "Xuxu, girls have to be graceful and elegant. Don't engage in physical fights."
She was too young at that time to understand what being graceful meant.
