"Oh, come on, of course! Instructor Mu’s skills are truly out of this world. Compared to him, everyone else is just child’s play. I’m seriously questioning why Wenxuan and my sister, who are almost engaged, are still so half-hearted about it."
Watching the girl’s eyes sparkle as she earnestly spouted nonsense, the man pursed his lips, pretending to ponder deeply, while casually picking up a strand of her long hair.
"Really? But I think Wenxuan is doing quite well. At least he’s still passionate. Should I put in more effort too?"
An Ran resisted the urge to facepalm. Instructor Mu, is it really appropriate for us to be discussing others so seriously in this position?
Put in more effort? More effort for what?
At this moment, An Ran increasingly felt that Mu Xingfeng in front of her was too dangerous. She desperately wanted to escape his grip, at least not to talk in this position.
"Um... Instructor Mu, I think you’re really good. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s me, all my fault."
An Ran awkwardly smiled. If her sister responded passionately, it meant she wasn’t responding to him?
"That won’t do. It’s a two-person thing, so I bear some responsibility too. How about we practice more?"
As he spoke, Mu Xingfeng tossed away the strand of hair, directly pinching her small chin, his coldly handsome face gradually magnifying.
Seeing the cut on the man’s lip, she immediately panicked, her face full of guilt and nervousness. "Mu... Instructor Mu, I’m... sorry, I..."
She genuinely didn’t expect herself to be so clumsy that she could hurt someone.
Seeing the girl’s remorseful look, Mu Xingfeng was in a surprisingly good mood.
He slapped her on the back, "Go change clothes and come downstairs. Remember, keep up the good work."
An Ran, feeling like she had been granted amnesty, ran off to change clothes.
Mu Xingfeng reached out to touch the cut on his lip, an unmelting tenderness in his eyes.
When they both came downstairs again, besides the Mu Family and the Shen siblings, there were two more people in the living room.
The man, over fifty years old, had a square face and was dressed in formal attire, exuding an air of authority.
The woman, with a poised appearance and well-maintained, was affectionately chatting with Shen Mengya and He Yushu.
Upon hearing the noise from upstairs, Shen Mengya was the first to break free from her mother’s embrace and ran to the staircase, "Sister Ran, my parents are here. They want to thank you for saving me."
At the same time, the man and woman in the living room also stood up and looked upstairs.
However, upon seeing the person next to Mu Xingfeng, a look of astonishment flashed in their eyes.
The woman instinctively glanced at her husband, noticing a look of fond nostalgia in his eyes as if he saw something through the girl in front of him.
Huiling was the first to react, walking to the staircase and holding An Ran’s hand, concernedly asking, "Ya said you were hurt. Where are you hurt? Shall we go to the hospital to check?"
An Ran, being held, instinctively turned to look at Mu Xingfeng.
Mu Xingfeng gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and introduced, "This is Ya’s mother, Aunt Xia," then turned to greet Huiling and Shen Zheng.
"Aunt Xia, Uncle Shen, hello."
Shen Zheng also snapped back to reality, smiling and nodding, "Xingfeng, your Aunt Xia is right. How is your girlfriend? It’s better to go to the hospital to be safe."
"No need, Uncle Shen, Aunt Xia. I’m really fine, just a fall, and the car wasn’t going fast," An Ran, now aware of their identity, responded obediently.
Huiling pulled An Ran to sit on the sofa, examining her up and down.
"Xingfeng’s girlfriend is really beautiful. No wonder our Ya kept mentioning you when she got back. Where is Ran’s family from?"
"I’m from Pingxi in C Province," An Ran replied.
"C Province? That’s a good place. Who’s in your family?"
Hearing Huiling ask about An Ran’s family, Mu Xingfeng slightly furrowed his brows.
An Ran didn’t mind, replying, "I was adopted as a child, but recently, due to some issues, I’ve severed ties with my adoptive parents."