Ice-cold Face

Hearing Mu Ling's words, Qiu Liqin looked under the table. Indeed, she couldn't kick her. Even if she wanted to teach Mu Ling a lesson, she couldn't just make things up!

Mu Xin's eyes were red as she stomped her feet in anger, ""It's obviously you, it's you!"

Qiu Liqin's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. "Xin, what's wrong with you recently? You made a fool of yourself at the funeral yesterday, and now you're accusing Ling. Have I been too indulgent to you? Look at this, how did she manage to kick you at such a wide table?"

Mu Xin,"I ..."

"Go back to your room and reflect on your actions!" Qiu Liqin said. "As punishment, you're not allowed to eat breakfast tomorrow!"

"I'm not going back!" Mu Xin replied.

"Hurry up!" Qiu Liqin said.

Mu Xin was extremely aggrieved. She glared at Mu Ling before she clutched her arm and went upstairs. How could she be so unlucky to fall into that bastard's hands time and time again! She was really furious!

The dining table was in a mess, and many things had been knocked over. Qiu Liqin was no longer in the mood to eat. She called for a servant to clean up, wiped her hands, and then went upstairs with Mu Wan, who was covered in vegetable soup. This meal was really suffocating!

Only Mu Ling and Mu Shi were left in the dining room.

It was finally quiet, and Mu Ling's mood was much better. After the table was cleared, she sat down and continued eating, as if nothing had happened.

Mu Xin's kick just now was indeed returned by her. It was easy to deal with a child. After all, that child would always show it on her face even if she wanted to do something bad! She had already held back a bit of her strength. Otherwise, Mu Xin would definitely be sent flying by that kick. However, she did not expect that it would accidentally affect Mu Wan. However, it was good as well. She had killed two birds with one stone!

Mu Shi did not return, but continued to eat with Mu Ling.

She realized that Mu Ling's every movement had the temperament of a young lady from an ancient noble family. Even if she sat there without moving, she still had a scholarly air about her. After the farce just now, she could still eat her meal in a calm manner.

Mu Shi's heart was pounding. She did not know if she had a good attitude or if she was too shrewd. She now felt that this sister from the countryside was not simple.

After dinner, Mu Ling returned to her bedroom. She was about to take a shower when the phone in her pocket rang. He took out his phone and saw the name "creditor" on it.

This was Zuo Qing? There was only one contact in the phone, and it was saved by Zuo Qing. This contact was really ... It was very vivid!

After thinking for a while, mu Ling still picked up the phone.

There was a low breathing sound from the other end of the phone, but no one spoke for a long time.

Mu Ling took the phone away from her ear, looked at the screen, and adjusted the volume to make sure it wasn't broken. Could Zuo Qing have called the wrong number? She thought about it and was about to hang up.

"Don't hang up." A deep voice was heard.

Hearing the voice, Mu Ling stopped what she was doing and put the phone back to her ear. "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Come out!" Zuo Qing shouted.

Mu Ling,"huh? Where to?"

"Outside!" Zuo Qing said.

The tone on the phone was domineering, and there was no room for rejection. Then, the phone was hung up.

Mu Ling was speechless.

What was going on? Was there something wrong with this man's brain? She felt that it was a little strange, but she still went out obediently.

It was late at night. A low-key black car was parked outside the iron gate of the Mu family's mansion.

Song An was standing beside the car. When he saw Mu Ling coming out of the villa, he immediately took out a bag of things from the front passenger seat and handed it to Mu Ling with both hands."Miss Ling, master Qing asked me to bring this to you."

Mu Ling: "???" She glanced at the empty car and saw no sign of Zuo Qing. She took the bag and asked, ""What's inside?"

"Ice cream," Song An replied.

"Are they all for me?" No wonder it was so cold.

Song An: " Yes, master Qing knows that you love them, so he asked me to buy them for you. They all have different flavors, you can try them all. If you finish them, I'll come back to deliver more.

"Thank you," Mu Ling replied.

"You're welcome, Miss Ling, " Song An replied. "Ice cream melts very easily. You should put it in the refrigerator as soon as possible."

"Got it," Mu Ling replied.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going back first." Song An respectfully bowed to Mu Ling, then turned around to get into the car.

"Wait a moment!" "Where did uncle go?" Mu Ling suddenly called out to him.

Uncle? It was a rather special form of address. Song an had never heard anyone address master Qing this way. However, since master Qing did not correct Miss Ling, he must have tacitly approved of this form of address.

"Master Qing is still busy with work. He's very busy and can't leave, but he still remembers that miss Ling likes ice cream ... Miss Ling, master Qing really cares for you." Song an said this on purpose, hoping to help master Qing. If miss Ling could become the young mistress, master Qing's ice-cold face would be smiling every day.