Meng Yan was very obedient at the moment. He sat down when he was asked to. He was obediently holding a snack in his hand like a little mouse. He looked around and slowly nibbled on it, the crumbs of the snack were all over his face. It made one's heart soften.
Not to mention an old man like Mo Lingzi, even Xie Qiao's care for this junior brother could not help but rise.
"Meng Yan is back. I'm afraid the prices of clothes and jewelry in the capital would go up again." Zhao Xuanjing sighed again.
Xie Qiao looked at him in confusion. "Why?"
"You can go and ask around when you have the time. Do any of the ladies in the capital not know him? Every time when he was out, the streets would be crowded with people, and there were pretty girls everywhere." With that said, Zhao Xuanjing asked someone to bring a book and put it in front of Xie Qiao. He said, "This book was written by him."
Xie Qiao was confused. She took the book and glanced at it.
