"Sister, what's the matter? Do you have any instructions?"
Even while playing with the newly acquired C7 in his room, as soon as Ma Nanji heard Musheng's voice, he scurried out like a sycophant, his obsequious tone and quick actions drawing the utmost disdain from Pan Chengyang in the room, and even Ma Changying found it hard to watch without wincing.
Musheng looked up with a smile, "You can see the guest out now."
Upon hearing this, Ma Nanji looked towards Wen Xuanming. Wen Xuanming felt a little embarrassed and tried to argue a few words, but Ma Nanji spoke lightly, "Dad, let's go. I'll walk you out."
The door to the room hadn't been closed earlier, so he had heard everything Musheng had said. But standing in his sister's shoes, it was really not his place to say anything. Besides, their father's timing of returning was indeed too sensitive; anyone would probably feel uncomfortable in his shoes.
