"What use are you!"
Musheng was teasing his younger sister, who wanted to retort but couldn't find the words for a while. Finally, Ma Nanji managed to say, "Blame me, then!"
"If not you, then whom should we blame?"
The two siblings bickered back and forth as they made their way in the direction Mu Lianmiao had pointed out. They found Ma Changying indeed chatting with someone, and by the looks of the laughter and chatter, the conversation seemed to be going quite well.
The others were a family of three: a middle-aged couple holding a boy who was just over two years old. Judging by their age, they didn't seem like late bloomers but rather like grandparents.
Musheng walked over and called out, "Mom?"
He really hadn't expected Ma Changying to suddenly run into an acquaintance at this place!
"Hey!"
