By the time Xu Musen had left, An Nuannuan watched his retreating figure, and her silly, cute face couldn't help but turn red again.
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
"Auntie Xiao, come pick me up in a few days, I have something I want to say to Grandma..."
...
On the other end of the call, Auntie Xiao hung up the phone.
Although An Nuannuan hadn't provided any specific information, Auntie Xiao had already keenly sensed that something was amiss.
When Nuannuan spoke, she sounded three parts nervous, three parts delighted, and three parts shy, with the last part being like a well-tended cabbage in a greenhouse ready to feed itself to a wild boar.
No, it seemed a young man with wild fire in him was about to carry away their little cabbage!
Muttering to herself, Auntie Xiao immediately stopped her work and returned to the townhouse villa in the city center.
Entering the study, the old lady was sewing clothes that were for Nuannuan and her sister to wear in the fall.
