Mu Qingli was only a seventeen-year-old child after all. Don't children of this age usually immerse themselves in idol dramas and martial arts novels? Bai Huashang had a younger cousin who turned eighteen this year and spent her days just playing video games and watching TV shows. She could recognize each and every movie star, but when it came to scholars and literary figures, she was at a loss.
Bai Huashang truly hadn't expected that Mu Qingli would have such a clear understanding of the scholars and literary figures from the period of the Republic of China.
Moreover, her understanding wasn't superficial in the least, but rather a deep one, and she could even derive profound insights from it. It was undeniable, Mu Qingli indeed made her take another look.
Mu Qingli smiled faintly, "It's nothing to boast about, I just happen to have looked into that period of history. By the way, Brother Lu, it's getting late, I should head back, you two take your time chatting."