"And why are you all here again?" tossed out Mo Kongyuan as he stood by his lake. Upon seeing Ling Chuxi, Fu Chengyu and Ling Yichen again, he did not have a pleasant expression on his face at all. The only thing that was lacking in his unwelcoming demeanor was having the words "NOT WELCOME" written across his forehead. In his heart, he was shouting about how unlucky he was. He had just returned for less than a day and these fellows had already come knocking. Were they born in the Year Of The Dog? Their noses were so sharp.
"Greetings Mister Mo, though we have not met for a very long time, you still remain as graceful and elegant as ever. And your garden has become even more exquisite and dainty than it was before." Ling Chuxi acted as if she did not see Mo Kongyuan's expression and showered him with praises left and right.
