Fu Lanshen looked as usual, "Has that opera singer come to see you recently?"
Opera singer?
Mu Qingli was stunned for a moment before she realized Fu Lanshen was talking about Zhang Qingyue.
"Uncle Qi, she's not an opera singer, she's a Master of Qingyi! Promoting our national essence!"
Fu Lanshen lowered his eyes to look at Mu Qingli, "Are you defending him?"
Mu Qingli inexplicably felt that Fu Lanshen's eyes were somewhat dangerous. She smiled and said, "No, I'm just correcting your mistake, there's a big difference between correcting and defending."
"Is that so?" Fu Lanshen narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, of course!" As she spoke, Mu Qingli raised the milk in her hand, "Uncle Qi, I'm going upstairs to rest, good night."
"Good night."
Mu Qingli quickly went upstairs.
How strange it was!
When facing Fu Lanshen's questioning, she actually felt a bit panicked!
Damn it!
She hadn't done anything wrong, so why was she feeling panicked?
