Spare Me!

"Aunt, you have a secret admirer?!"

'Awesome!' was the thought that flashed in Mu Chenyan's mind when she heard that exclaim from behind her. She turned slowly and was faced with two pairs of very excited eyes trying to fish for some juicy gossip. And these two pairs of eyes belonged to her niece and nephew. 

Meanwhile, she found Song Xin'ai very calm. But there was nothing new about that. She was always just that calm and distant from society. However, even her eyes had a hint of amusement in them right now that didn't escape Mu Chenyan's keen eyes. After all, Mu Chenyan spent the past two decades trying to read Raelle's blank eyes. Although it was of no use, it helped her in reading others' eyes better. So, she gained something out of her hard work.

Mu Chenyan sighed to herself and looked at Xiang Weimin, "I can understand Wai, but what's wrong with you, nephew? Why are you fishing for gossip?"