"Xiao Liu, come over often in the future to play chess with your teacher."
"Sure, Shi Mu, I'll definitely come often."
Liu Yan was naturally thrilled with Shi Mu's enthusiasm. He had liked Mu Yuyan, his junior sister, not just for a year or two. The first time he saw her, he fell for her, and now with Shi Mu's backing, his hopes were certainly high.
After seeing off Liu Yan, Mu Yuyan's mother turned around, only to see Mu Tiantao holding two shopping bags—the very gifts that Li Feng had brought. Mu Yuyan's mother walked straight up to him.
"You old man, you just accept gifts from anyone. Give it here, I'll throw it in the trash."
"Even if you don't want it, don't waste things. Later, we can have Yuyan return them."
"Have you lost your mind, old man? You want your daughter to meet that sneaky pretty boy? Aren't you afraid it'll be like a meat bun beating a dog—gone and not coming back?"
