Mo Baichuan sighed, "I really don't know Mr. Mog. The reason he sent a birthday gift to my grandmother is probably that he was somewhat acquainted with my grandfather."
He was acquainted with Old Master Mo?
If the Old Master is already well into his seventies, nearing eighty, could Mr. Mog also be at that age?
Xiu Yingying frowned slightly. Although she didn't want to marry an old man, the man was Mr. Mog...
"Cousin, have you ever seen Mr. Mog?"
"No." Mo Baichuan shook his head. "Grandfather has many good friends, even if I've met them, I wouldn't know which one is Mr. Mog."
Xiu Yingying stirred her drink, "Oh, I see..."
Mo Baichuan picked up a piece of sashimi and put it in Xiu Yingying's bowl, speaking seriously, "Yingying, you need to be down-to-earth, stop thinking about all these fantasies. Just imagine, if Mr. Mog turns out to be an old man like my grandfather, would you still want to marry him?"
"Yes!" Xiu Yingying nodded.
