The red brocade robe was a familiar style, making people's eyes light up in the cave.
Mu Qingge, Yin Chen, and Han Caicai were all staring at that corner of the robe, silently waiting.
After a while, a handsome young man walked out from the inner cave with a face like the full moon in autumn, a complexion like flowers in the dawn of spring, hair like it was cut by a blade, eyebrows like ink paintings, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, eyes like autumn waves, and even when angry, seemed to be smiling.
Between his brows, there was a touch of flamboyant vermillion, dazzling like flowing firelight.
Mu Qingge's red brocade robe fitted him perfectly, looking proud and dashing, wild and affectionate.
As he appeared, he seemed like a flame, instantly lighting up the entire cave.
"Mommy boss!" As soon as he stepped out, his bright eyes fell on Mu Qingge, and with a smile in his brows, he rushed towards her.
