Mo Qingyi was actually pretty nervous.
And a little scared too.
...
**
At the Mo family home.
Today was the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the elderly Mrs. Mo was already preparing the New Year goods. In reality, there was no need for her to do these things herself, but she insisted on doing it to feel a bit of the New Year spirit.
After changing her clothes, Chu Jin walked out of the dressing room. She had just wanted to confront Mo Zhixuan, to grab his ear, but her hand only reached halfway before she saw Mo Zhixuan's sleeping face and quietly withdrew it.
Looking at Mo Zhixuan, a hint of distress flickered in her eyes.
In this period, Mo Zhixuan had been bustling about, and it had been over half a month since he'd had a good night's sleep. Forget it, she should forgive him first.
Chu Jin clapped her hands and then walked out of the room, gently closing the door behind her.
