"Xiaxia, look, that huge crystal chandelier."
"Oh my goodness, that chandelier is even larger than the one at our house."
"Xiaxia, look at that giant fish tank, it's so beautiful."
The two of them felt as if they were the rural woman who had entered the White Palace; everything was making their heads spin.
Baili Xia had been living in the Mu Mansion for a while now, but its decorations were not as dazzling.
The Mu Mansion exudes elegance and nobility, but when you get to this hotel, all you feel is extravagance, extravagance, extravagance.
"Country bumpkins." A deep voice suddenly roused the two from their incessant chatter.
Mu Xiaojiu was standing behind them, looking at them sideways, his eyes seemingly filled with disdain.
But strangest of all, behind the disdain, there was a tiny smidgen of satisfaction.
"..." Uncle feeling satisfied, that was unheard of.
How could Uncle have such a childish expression of satisfaction in his eyes!