Mu Mian's gaze was restless, "If Uncle Gong hadn't arrived in time back then, I probably wouldn't exist in this world now, would I?"
Her small hand suddenly felt a strong grip— he was actually holding her tightly, his body emanating furious and brooding energy, as storm clouds came crashing down. She smiled faintly, placing his hand on her cheek, "See, I'm perfectly fine! In fact, I've mostly forgotten about it over the years. You and Uncle Gong have both been very kind to me at your house."
If that incident two years ago hadn't happened, things would have been better.
Gong Heng suddenly leaned close to her, whispering something in her ear. Then Mu Mian's eyes widened, and the next moment she revealed a surprised smile, "As expected, I could break my head thinking and still not come close to you. In front of you, even if I trained for another hundred years, I wouldn't be a match for you."
Gong Heng squinted, somewhat wanting to laugh and cry— what exactly was her praise about?
