Xiaosong had just delivered the clothes when Mu Lianmiao had already entered the bathroom to take a shower. The doorbell rang, and Musheng went to answer the door.
Waiting outside was Xiaosong, who had bought the clothes. He handed over the items to Musheng, and although he was very puzzled inside, he was tactful enough not to ask any questions.
Musheng also felt a subtle tension inside and naturally couldn't explain to him. After closing the door, Xiaosong's composed expression finally cracked slightly.
He really couldn't imagine, considering Musheng's cold and proud demeanor, who the partner was... it should be a partner, right? He had no idea what kind of man it would take to win Musheng's favor.
Xiaosong knew an incredible secret. He had just seen Musheng's expression, which was uncharacteristically awkward; he certainly had to keep his lips sealed, not even mentioning half a word to Meng Zhao if he found out.
