"I just returned this afternoon," Mo Qishen said.
Mo Baichuan glanced at Mo Qishen, then continued, "Has Uncle Six been very busy outside lately?"
Asking a universally acknowledged useless man if he has been busy is practically the same as mockery.
In fact, Mo Baichuan couldn't be bothered to mock this worthless Uncle Six.
He wanted to see how Ni Yang would react.
How could Ni Yang not be tired after acting with Mo Qishen for so long?
Mo Qishen's thin lips curled slightly, his hands still peeling a pomegranate, "So-so."
"What has Uncle Six been busy with outside?" Mo Baichuan promptly asked.
"Trade secrets."
Upon hearing this, the mockery in Mo Baichuan's eyes deepened.
Trade secrets?
Such words might pass if they came from someone else's mouth, but coming from Mo Qishen, they were truly bizarre.
No wonder Mo Qishen's reputation outside was so poor.
"Since it's a trade secret, then I won't pry." As he spoke, Mo Baichuan's gaze swept past Ni Yang.
