Mo Huasong walked into the living room, he found Wu Yuzhen and Granny Mo chatting. Old Master Mo sat on the sofa behind them, looking utterly indifferent to the world.
Yier stood behind Granny Mo with a flushed face. When she saw Mo Huasong, she lifted her beautiful eyes for a moment, then quickly lowered them, not daring to look at him again.
She had just delivered clothes to Mo Huasong. The sounds emitted from the room made her blush, wishing she could find a hole to bury herself in.
"Huasong, if you're tired, rest up. We're fine, just enjoying a chat here," Granny Mo kindly suggested.
Hard work pays off. It probably wouldn't be long before she had a great-grandchild.
Mo Huasong responded, "I'm not tired."
"By the way, Huasong, from now on, Yier will stay by your side, looking after your daily life," Granny Mo explained.
Upon hearing this, Yier blushed and bowed her head, not daring to say anything.
But Mo Huasong shook his head, "No need, I don't need to be taken care of."
