Mo Baichuan nonchalantly left the study. Downstairs in the living room, Li Xianxian was helping Old Lady Mo walk out of the kitchen.
Back to Ni Yang and Mo Qishen's rooms.
A lot of time has passed, and I still don't know what Ni Yang and Mo Qishen are up to in their rooms.
Mo Baichuan gripped the stair railing tighter, his gaze leading across the way.
It landed on Mo Qishen's bedroom.
Mo Qishen's bedroom was decorated cozily.
Mo Qishen was introducing each item to Ni Yang.
"Yangyang, this is my elementary school graduation photo. This one is from junior high."
The pictures from that era were all black and white, but it was clear that Mo Qishen's face was extraordinarily juvenile, much smaller than the classmates he stood with.
"Brother Mo, did you start school really early?"
Mo Qishen replied: "Probably because I skipped several grades, so I seemed younger than my classmates."
Ni Yang nodded, "I never realized. You're really quite smart."
