The atmosphere in the living room grew more subtle, yet certain people remained oblivious.
Even though in Mu Yan's memory it was her first time stepping into the Zhuang Household's door, she vaguely sensed that the Zhuang Family was not as harmonious as they appeared on the surface.
At least with this trouble-stirring so-called aunt of hers around, peace was unlikely.
And Liang Rong, defended by Zhuang Jiaoyang, looked at Zhuang Jiaoyang with a troubled expression, seemingly blaming her for speaking out of turn.
As if aware of Mu Yan's gaze, she looked at her and apologized, "Nuannuan, don't listen to your aunt's nonsense; I don't mind."
Mu Yan said in surprise, "So it turns out Auntie was speaking nonsense."
Liang Rong froze for a moment, then gave a slightly embarrassed smile as she looked at her innocent face.
Mu Yan smiled slightly and let her gaze fall elsewhere.
