Selecting Rare Treasures
As Mu Yang and Mu Xue exited the door, Yun Yan sighed. From a distance, he watched the increasingly mature figure of Mu Xue, a hint of reluctance flashing in his gaze.
"Yan'er, what are you thinking?" Mu Qingyuan waved his hand in front of Yun Yan, asking.
Yun Yan gently shook her head, withdrew her gaze, and looked at Mu Qingyuan. "Husband, I am a bit worried about Yang'er and Xiaoxue's future."
"Why?" Mu Qingyuan asked.
"They are still so young, their minds not yet mature, and agreeing to their love at this stage feels a bit premature to me," Yun Yan expressed her concern.
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyuan smiled indifferently. "You can rest assured; they will exercise discretion."
"Why are you so indifferent to your daughter?" Yun Yan cast a sharp glance at Mu Xue.