Wen Xin casually peeled a hawthorn ball and popped it into her mouth, lounging lazily on Mu Chengxi's lap, looking up at him.
"Do you not need to return to the Mu family tonight? Don't they celebrate New Year's Eve together?" Having eaten her fill, Wen Xin remembered Mu Chengxi's role as the head of the Mu family, thinking it customary to have a reunion meal.
"No need; the Mu family isn't that strict. Only on the day of the family banquet are we required to dine together. Even during the Spring Festival, there's no obligation for everyone to return. After all, with everyone having their own agendas, it's impossible to have a harmonious gathering even if we're seated together."
Having seen the attitude of Mu Chengxi's uncles and aunts, Wen Xin wasn't surprised by his response. She nodded, understanding the situation well.
