Mrs. Zhuang saw Zhuang Chujiao entering the door, glanced at the people beside her, and her expression was somewhat displeased, "Didn't I tell you to come back early?"
Zhuang Chujiao handed her down jacket to the servant beside her, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "Wasn't it Uncle and Aunt who kept me chatting? They originally insisted that I stay for a night. But knowing Nuannuan was coming home for the New Year, I declined, didn't I?"
As she spoke, she looked at Mu Yan, grinning as she asked, "Nuannuan, when did you arrive? Beijing is much colder than Upper City, and it even snowed these days. Coming here sure wasn't easy."
Mu Yan looked at Zhuang Chujiao's affectionate demeanor, and couldn't help but be surprised. In just a few months, she had changed a lot, at least she had learned to hide her emotions.
It seems that during that time, she and her mother really had a hard time, otherwise how else could it force this spoiled young lady to bow her head.
