Meng Anya spoke without pause, not allowing his father to react before leaving the living room while dragging Mo Yijun to his floor. Holding his hands like it's natural for them to hold hands, leaving his father stunned in place alone with the butler and servants.
He even sent a message to his aide, Lin Xia, to prepare things for tomorrow while he can take his leave. With an extra order of sending the man with him away. He also got Mo Yijun's permission to leave his right-hand man to Meng Anya's aide's care while letting the latter drag him into his room.
Third Floor
Meng Anya's Room.
As the door of Meng Anya's room closed behind them, the young master let go of his supposed bodyguard's hand and walked towards his double king sized, black covered bed. He sat on the bed and looked at his newly hired bodyguard with a languid gaze.
