Lang Xue sighed, "You really are an obedient sweetheart, just as innocent as a child. You should have your own thoughts too!"
Mu Mian used to want to have her own thoughts, but they were all strangled in the cradle by Gong Heng. Now, her thoughts were to think of nothing and to listen to everything Gong Heng said.
Whatever he said, she would listen.
Lang Xue examined Mu Mian with a curious gaze.
Before long, Gong Heng picked some fruits for her, all the kinds she normally enjoyed, and they were all dainty—small cherries, small grapes, strawberries, and peaches.
Mu Mian was the kind of girl who had been "spoiled."
Since she was young, Gong Heng provided her with a life of luxury; everything in her life was managed by him, and all she needed to do was reap the benefits.
