The father-in-law and son-in-law were so engrossed in their game of chess that they didn't stop until late into the night. Mo Yan, fighting yawns and struggling to keep her eyelids open, eventually couldn't help but remind them, "Dad, Bro Xiao, it's really late; you two should wash up and go to bed."
Mo Qingze glanced at Xiao Ruiyuan, who wore an expression of fatigue, then looked over at the eye dropper pot in the corner and noted that more than half of the hour of Hai had passed. Realizing they would return to Jing City very late, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's getting dark, why don't you stay here tonight?"
Xiao Ruiyuan, masking the slight upturn of his lips, stood up and, with a touched expression, said to Mo Qingze, "Thank you, Father-in-law."
Mo Yan, who was exhausted, said there was hot water in the pot and then rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the study and returned to her own courtyard.
