Chuxiang Garden.
After Chu Nanli had bombarded Zhuang Muyan with numerous questions, she finally let go of her concerns, her eyes brimming with relief.
"Very good, your comprehension and talent are both quite exceptional, but the most important aspect is your eagerness to learn."
Zhuang Muyan's cheeks gradually reddened under the sincere tone of the woman, his baby face flushing.
Based on what he knew, his thick-skinned-claimed mentor was even younger than him by a year, yet when she spoke, she exuded a sense of steadiness and maturity.
It was a contradictory but harmonious sensation that uncontrollably drew his gaze.
"I'm grateful that my master doesn't despise my dullness and is willing to teach me." Zhuang Muyan finished speaking, his ears too turning red.
By that time, breakfast was ready.
Chu Nanli stood up to invite Zhuang Muyan over: "Let's have breakfast first. You can ask me anything you don't understand afterward."
