Mu Luzhu took a sip of tea and spoke in a sweet tone, "Aunt Fu, since you've said so much, it would be pretentious to refuse. So I won't stand on ceremony with you."
"I've already said you don't need to be so formal with me," said the elderly Mrs. Fu as she bent over to sit beside Mu Luzhu. "I really do like you!"
"Actually, seeing you also gives me the feeling of seeing my mother," Mu Luzhu's eyes reddened, and tears threatened to fall from her eyes, but she held them back with strength.
"I'm sorry," said Mu Luzhu hurriedly, wiping away the nonexistent tears on her face, "for losing my composure in front of you."
"It's alright, it's alright; this just shows that we mother and daughter have a connection. You don't need to be so reserved in front of me. If you don't mind, you can also think of this old lady as your mother," Mrs. Fu said, clasping Mu Luzhu's hand tightly.