Fei Bai brought over two thick blankets and smiled apologetically at Mu Yangling. "As soon as our master came back, he asked me to send them to you. He said that even if he has to endure the cold, he can't let you and Young Master Bowen suffer the cold. Where should I lay the blanket for you?"
"Your master is capable of saying such a thing?" Mu Yangling glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "Has his mouth been smeared with honey or is he crazy?"
Fei Bai chuckled and did not dare to reply.
With an tsunderely snort, Mu Yangling took the blanket from his arms and touched it. Seeing that it was indeed very thick, she was satisfied. "Did you make that up yourself, or did Fan Zijin teach you to say it?"
"Oh my god, how would I dare to lie to you?"
