In the middle of the night, Mo Yan was very quiet when mo Yancheng sent him back.
The people of the mo family watched Mo Yan drinking and remained silent. Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately said to go back to her room and sleep. What's there to see?
It was already one in the morning when he returned to the mo garden.
"Cheng?" He could vaguely see someone standing under the streetlight. Hearing the sound of a car, she jogged forward.
Shen chengjing strode forward when she saw mo Yancheng return.
"You went drinking?" She could smell the alcohol on his body. She reached out her little hand and held his arm.
"Yes, I had two drinks with Grandpa! It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?" Mo Yancheng looked at her small hands that were wrapped around his. He did not reject her.
Shen chengjing supported him as they walked toward the ink Garden, her steps light and cheerful.
