Moh Shiche was brought back to his senses by the words, and he spoke with dangling eyelashes, "Isn't she the one who wanted to eat the hairy crab?"
"Then Young Master, you could have joined the Young Madam for the meal."
"She hates me, doesn't she?" the man said in a low self-mocking tone, "If I were to accompany her, she probably wouldn't have been able to eat a bite after being tired all night. Since she said she was hungry, let her have a good meal."
Lian Su was momentarily taken aback upon hearing this, wanting to object, yet he found himself with nothing to counter.
Somehow...it made sense.
Then he felt unexpectedly sorry for his young master...Being so cautious was not Moh Shiche's style; he had been doing as he pleased for so many years. When did he ever care about someone else's feelings?
Moh Shiche bent down to pick up a medicine bottle on the ground and turned to walk into the villa.
