Looking at Hua Molan's expression, Xiong Yanyan was stunned. For some reason, she saw a noble and elegant temperament in Hua Molan. How could the kind of nobility that could only be seen in young ladies from aristocratic families appear in Hua Molan?
Thinking of her cousin, the eldest daughter of the Song family, whose every move exuded refinement, she could never match her. Although her mother had always taught her manners, last-minute cramming and early training were two different things.
Every time she saw her cousins from the Song family, she felt humiliated. And those eyes that were clearly smiling gently, yet inexplicably made people's hair stand on end.
Because of this, she particularly resented the bandit-like qualities she had developed in the mountain stronghold over the years. If her maternal grandfather had found her mother earlier, she might have been raised to be a better person.
But now, she sees in Hua Molan the kind of noble air that she has always wanted but could never attain.
Especially her eyes, that languid and refined air that emanates from her very bones, even surpasses that of her cousin from the Song family.
Hua Molan and I have always been raised in the mountains, so how could we be different?
Moreover, her mother had died long ago.
Looking at Xiong Yanyan's undisguised shock, Mo Lan wondered what had gotten into this girl after just a few days.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xiong Yanyan snapped out of her daze, feeling a surge of annoyance. "Mind your own business! I'm telling you, give my brother back to me as soon as possible, and don't even think about trying anything funny."
"They were indeed sent out to do things."
Mo Lan touched her half-dry fishbone braid, got up and walked to the tea table to start arranging her tea set. Compared to boiling tea, she preferred to brew tea rather than boil it, as the flavor was too strong.
"Sit down. If you get so angry, you'll get pimples and it will affect your appearance."
Hearing the condescending tone, Xiong Yanyan twitched her lips. "Stop beating around the bush. Where's my brother?"
Xiong Yanyan sat angrily opposite Mo Lan, watching her fiddling with the tea set on the table, completely ignoring her.
However, seeing her actions, Xiong Yanyan was too embarrassed to make any more noise and ruin the atmosphere. She only came to her senses when a cup of steaming tea was placed in front of her.
"Your tastes have changed after just six months." Looking at the crystal-clear tea, Xiong Yanyan pouted, feigning mystery.
Mo Lan: "..."
As expected, the original owner of this body used to have rather extreme tastes.
"Don't show off in front of me. I only have one question for you: where is my brother?"
Although I was unconvinced, I have to admit that Hua Molan's tea-brewing technique was truly unique and even more beautiful than Cousin Song's.
"They have something to do and won't be back for a while," Mo Lan said softly, taking a sniff of the tea.
You'd better give up on that idea as soon as possible.
"What do you mean?" Xiong Yanyan had just taken a sip of tea and thought it tasted pretty good, but before she could even speak, she choked.
"Why did you come back? Don't you know?"
Mo Lan shook her head. This girl isn't necessarily that bright. How did the original owner endure all that anger before?
This is truly baffling!
Xiong Yanyan felt resentful seeing that Mo Lan seemed to be able to hide anything from her.
"Do you know something? Let me tell you, you'd better not do anything bad. I'm doing this for my brother's own good."
"That depends on what your brother thinks, and what about your father? Are you just going to abandon him so easily?"
Mo Lan really couldn't understand it. With the world in such chaos, even the feudal states were eager to change masters every day, let alone those aristocratic families.
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