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"Mm." Mo Heng simply responded and did not speak.
Feng Wei glanced up at him, "Young Master..." Aren't you angry? Just yesterday, you instructed me to keep an eye on her and not to let Pei Qin do anything improper that would bring shame upon you. Today, Pei Qin has agreed to Shen Songming's marriage proposal.
"Mm." Mo Heng only responded and continued practicing his calligraphy.
Seeing his calm demeanor, Feng Wei hesitated, but since he originally did not think highly of Pei Qin, he said no more.
The next day, Pei Qin continued to pick corn.
Shen Songming followed along too.
It was simply too hot working inside the cornfield, and the corn leaves could even cut you. Pei Qin suggested that they chop down the corn and lay it on the ground before picking it. This way, they wouldn't miss any, and although it was still very hot, at least they wouldn't get cut.
