The expression on her face, almost choking, made Mo Tingshen's brows and eyes relax completely. His eyes, soft and warm like water, focused on her, "It's okay, she's watching over Jiaojiao. She probably won't have the energy to watch over you today."
Chu Yao glanced at him and simply said, "Oh."
Then she turned and walked toward the study.
Watching her back, Mo Tingshen couldn't help but feel a sense of heroic solemnity.
His face gradually darkened, and he sighed faintly.
"Serves you right."
Bo Yanching brought out a clay pot, flicked his fingers to release the cufflinks caught in his sleeves, and skillfully let his sleeves down. He glanced disdainfully at the apron on Mo Tingshen and let out a cold laugh before straightening his back to knock on the study door.
"Jiaojiao, dinner is ready. Come out and eat with us."
As soon as he finished speaking, before he even lowered his hand, the door opened. Nan Jiaojiao looked at him with eyes akin to looking at a savior.
