Mo Yan had not expected this, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange; it was better to speak up.
Xiao Ruiyuan gave a slight nod, his voice unnaturally deep, "Miss Mo, rest assured, Sir Xiao will arrange for someone to take good care of it."
"Thank you, Sir Xiao."
Mo Yan smiled in gratitude. Just by seeing that the Red Python's previous wounds had fully healed, one could tell they had indeed taken good care of it. However, now that its gallbladder had been removed, who knew if anyone would neglect it, so a reminder was necessary.
Seeing her so polite, Xiao Ruiyuan felt a tightness in his chest, and upon hearing her repeatedly address him as 'Sir Xiao,' he felt as though a great distance had formed between them.
With this thought, he once again entered a low-pressure mood, his cold demeanor manifesting outward.
Mo Yan was baffled; was there something wrong with her expressing thanks?
