When Aunt Zhang brought up the bowl of congee and saw this scene, she almost dropped the bowl on the floor!
This young master in front of her eyes was nothing like the young master that she knew before.
The young master that she knew before was cold and emotionless, and he liked for everything to be under his control; nothing could ever intrigue him.
Maybe it was because Young Master had always been by himself even since he was little that he was acting like this now that he finally found a friend?
Aunt Zhang thought about it and decided to give Madam a call tomorrow. It was already too late tonight.
She was afraid that when she told Madam about this, she would be too excited to fall asleep.
Qin Mo saw Aunt Zhang standing at the door and took his hand back. His voice was still cold. "Okay, now you can go enjoy your congee."
