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No matter what, that night, she still ended up standing in the cold living room of the old house with Mu Yichen, holding Huanhuan in her arms.
She thought of countless excuses to refuse, but in the end, she came to face the two elders.
It was a house with ancient charm, three stories high, spacious yet without feeling any area was superfluous.
Qin Mu's memories of this place were still from her childhood, blurry enough that she could no longer recall which part was which.
Feng Fanghua and Mu Zihao looked at the little girl sitting between them, their gazes almost fixed, just staring blankly.
The girl was rumored to have been picked up by Qin Mu, and they believed it, but...
"What's her name?" Feng Fanghua, shocked, finally managed to ask after a long while, her voice becoming somewhat frail.
"Huanhuan!"
Qin Mu hastily replied.
"Huanhuan? Did you pick it?"
Feng Fanghua frowned at Qin Mu, who, after thinking for a moment, still nodded: Mm.
"No wonder it's so unrefined!"