Mu Miao had called less than ten minutes before, and Mu Jiawen arrived in a flash, riding a brand-new mountain bike.
"What's going on?"
She parked the bike by the roadside, wiped the sweat off her face with her hand, and glanced first at Mu Miao with her dark eyes before turning to look at the fair-skinned young man beside her.
This was the second time Mu Jun had seen Mu Jiawen. The last time he saw her was last winter, when his family of four had been dining out and just happened to see his aunt leaving the restaurant with her. At the time, his father had simply sighed wistfully and hadn't gone up to say hello.
Seeing her again today, rushing over in such a fluster because of his situation, Mu Jun couldn't help but feel a bit remorseful.
He briefly explained the situation, and when Mu Jiawen heard that the receptionist and a few boys had been blocking him, she couldn't help frowning.
