"Of course!" The old lady glared sideways, with a stern face, and said, "Much more than you, brat!"
In the morning, when she received the call from Shen Lingxing saying he wanted to take her out to have fun, the old lady was very surprised, thinking the sun had risen from the west. But when she heard it was Mi Jing's idea, she calmed down.
Despite the old lady's disdain, Shen Lingxing's good mood was not affected at all. He just smiled nonchalantly and said, "That just shows I have good taste."
"Knowing how good Jingjing is, you should cherish her. Don't do something you'll regret," the old lady said earnestly with a slightly serious expression.
"Got it." Shen Lingxing looked into the distance, his eyes somewhat dark, his voice somewhat melancholic, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.
Everything in this villa was as familiar to Mi Jing as her own home. After taking a fishing rod from the utility room, she headed into the kitchen.
