Seeing how hard Mu Yaoyao laughed and how certain she was… Mu the Sixth couldn't help but look at Feng Wu again. Had he misunderstood something?
Wiping away her tears, Mu Yaoyao said, "Mu the Sixth, Feng the Third is all about his fame. Do you think someone like that will fall in love with a good-for-nothing? Would you, if you were him?"
That made some sense… but Feng Wu was really, really beautiful. Mu the Sixth scratched his head.
Mu Yaoyao snorted. "Well, Feng Xun and the others stayed at the old Feng manor when they were in Northern Border City, but it was because of Feng Yiran, not Feng Wu.
"Well, Feng Xun did speak to her, but do you know what he said?"
Everyone was curious and all eyes were on Mu Yaoyao.
After making sure she was in the limelight, Mu Yaoyao stuck out her chest and said arrogantly, "Feng Xun asked her, 'Little Feng Wu, come to my place and be my cook.'"
"Hahahaha —"
Everyone burst out laughing.
