Mu Luzhu wants me to deliver the painting board to her?
What's she thinking?
Mu Qingli's expression remained unchanged, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly as she stood up and took the painting board with both hands, "Alright, Dad, I got it."
"Here's the address." Mu Junliang continued, shoving a small piece of paper into Mu Qingliang's hand, "The family driver took your mom to church, so you'll have to walk over there, your fourth sister's place isn't far from here."
No driver to take me?
Could it be that the vast Mu Family only has one driver?
This is... quite interesting.
Mu Qingli obediently nodded her head, "Hmm okay, then I'll get going." With that, she picked up the sun hat from the table, placed it on her head, and walked out the door with the painting board on her back.
Mu Junliang watched Mu Qingli's retreating figure, his eyes revealing a satisfied look.
Following the address on the paper, Mu Qingli arrived at a quiet highway.