"Of course." Mrs. Liu's eyes showed a nostalgic expression, "The Madam was known as a beauty in A City, and back then everyone said she and the master were a talented couple. You can tell just by looking at the young master's appearance."
"That's true."
Ning Xiaofei nodded in agreement. If a mother could give birth to such a son, her genes certainly couldn't be bad.
Mu's father had fallen ill and died young, which Ning Xiaofei knew.
When she took drama classes, the professor lamented, "Heaven envies the talents," saying that if Mu's father hadn't stopped writing, insisting on his work, he would have been the first Chinese Nobel Laureate in Literature without a doubt. They were even instructed to read his works and write book reports on them.
Actually, Ning Xiaofei had read Mu's father's books back in high school, but it was only then that she learned he was an alumnus of her school.
