There was a flicker of emotions in Yun Jian’s eyes when she heard what Mu Ying said. She walked over to graze the butterfly knives piled on the old desk.

It was then pin-drop silence, quiet like the still water.

Even Mu Shuang who was relatively talkative and Leng Hanzhe who was doubtful could not help holding their breaths. Just when they thought that Yun Jian would not say anything in reply, they heard her calm and gentle voice.

“I like them very much.”

It sounded normal but compared to Yun Jian’s intonation in the past, it was a tone lighter and gave rise to endless room for imagination.

Mu Shuang felt her heart staggering in follow.

“I’m glad you like them.” Mu Ying turned to smile at Yun Jian.

Both of them conversed normally, so normal that they felt like strangers who were just acquainted. Yet both of them felt like comrades who went through life and death to Leng Hanzhe and Mu Shuang. Although Leng Hanzhe and Mu Shuang had no idea why was it that they felt this way, both of them were thoroughly stunned—they did not even know why they were stunned.

They had only broken out of the trance when a low rugged growl sounded outside of the wooden hut.

“What? Mu Rou-meimei, someone bullied you? Who was it? Who mistreated you?”

The guy’s voice was a little gruff, like a low growl that rumbled from the deeper end of his throat.

A while later, Mu Rou’s wronged dainty voice sounded outside of the wooden hut. “No—nobody bullied me. Cousin Mu Ying didn’t take any stranger to the back of the house either…”

The group in the wooden hut could already picture Mu Rou’s fake pitiful front when they heard her.

“What? Mu Ying took a stranger to the back of our house? That’s Mu Family’s secret training ground! Is she trying to tell the whole world that we have a training ground? I’ll go teach her a lesson right now…”