The secret guards of the 23 Divisions had been by Mo Beiyuan's side for so long and had seen all kinds of women. They had seen many such thick-skinned people who found all kinds of reasons to stay.
Therefore, they did not want to listen to this woman at all.
When Yun Ran stepped into the hall, she saw her little packrat standing on the imperial desk in front of Mo Beiyuan.
There were stacks of memorials on the wide table. Mo Beiyuan was afraid that the packrat would accidentally fall off the table, so he stood up and raised his arms behind the packrat, maintaining a protective posture.
The little packrat, who was standing on the table, placed her hands on her hips angrily, looking like she would kick anyone who approached her father again.
Of course, Yun Ran was an exception.
"Mother, Sweetcake just protected Father and kicked the bad egg away!"
