Just as he stepped out of the shop, a man suddenly blocked his way.
Yue Mingxuan who is still sulking over his lost pendant, said irritably, "Could you move aside?"
The man didn't move. He just saying in familiar voice. "I have been waiting for you, Young Master Yue."
Yue Mingxuan froze. This man again? How did he find me here?
He quickly glanced around and looking for Shang Qinghua.
Mo Yi saw his cautious look and said softly, "No need to look, the prince didn't come."
For some reason, when he saw Yue Mingxuan's anxious face, he couldn't help but add gently, "My lord isn't as scary as you think."
"Good, good," Yue Mingxuan muttered with relief, feeling the tension fade from his body.
But then he suddenly remembered how shameless he must have looked earlier when he haggling with that shopkeeper like a greedy merchant...
Oh no… what if Mo Yi saw the whole thing?
Seeing Yue Mingxuan's expression suddenly turn nervous again, Mo Yi couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
