Upon hearing this, even Mr. Mo was taken aback and looked at Mo Shu with a surprised delight on his face, "Has that boy finally accepted you?"
The surprise on Mr. Mo's face was too obvious, which made Mo Shu feel very embarrassed.
Could it be that the whole world knew she had been chasing after Yu Siqiao without any sha?
Before Mo Shu could say anything, Uncle Dong had already spoken for her, looking extrely joyful, "Our princess is so beautiful, what man wouldn't like her! You should have seen them just now on the rooftop..."
Saying this, Uncle Dong couldn't help but chuckle, then felt a bit regretful, "If only I hadn't gone up there, I wouldn't have disturbed the princess's good mont."
Mo Shu grimaced and said, "There was nothing, don't talk nonsense."
Mr. Mo burst into loud laughter, "This little girl, she's actually blushing, haha!"
Mo Shu, "..." Fine, whatever you say.
Mo Shu huffed softly and took Mr. Mo's arm, asking, "What did you want with your granddaughter?"
Mr. Mo, in a very good mood, still couldn't stop smiling, "Does Grandpa need a reason to talk to you?"
"If it were any other day, you calling over would be fine," Mo Shu's eyes darted around as she pouted, "but today is my engagent party, and you still have to find now, annoying."
"Oh dear, is grandpa ruining your big mont?" chuckled Mr. Mo, not able to hold back his amusent, "Has the little girl grown up and beco eager to marry?"
Uncle Dong, pretending to berate himself, slapped his own cheeks, "It's all my fault, all my fault."
Mo Shu turned to sit next to Grandpa, her eyes scornfully turned towards Uncle Dong, "You know it's your fault and yet you won't leave, annoying."
Uncle Dong quickly nodded, "I'm going, I'm going, you two chat."
Uncle Dong quickly exited and even closed the door behind him.
Mr. Mo looked at Mo Shu and coaxed, "Are you really angry?"
"Not at all." Mo Shu's voice was soft and delicate, as she gracefully accepted a cup of tea handed over by a servant and took a sip.
The natural nobility in her deanor, and the indescribable bright charm in every movent.
Qin An was watching Mo Shu and for a mont, was transfixed.
Mr. Mo tsked lightly, "You say you're not upset, yet you chased away your dear Uncle Dong, who you usually can't bear to be away from even for a second."
Mo Shu slowly placed her teacup down and retorted, "Can't a granddaughter grow up?"
"Alright, alright, you've grown up," Mr. Mo verbally agreed, but did not take it seriously, turning to glance at Qin An.
At that mont, Qin An was stealthily staring at Mo Shu, completely entranced.
Qin An had always admired Mo Shu, not just for her stunningly beautiful appearance, but also for her talent that surpassed many.
Unfortunately, raised in such a pampered family environnt, Mo Shu had a bad temper.
Her disdain for anyone was clear on her face, and in this family, she especially disliked Qin An.
Whenever Qin An looked at her, Mo Shu would sweep a cold glance her way and scornfully say to those around her: 'I've been feeling particularly uncomfortable lately, it turns out, there's a stray dog staring at .'
Stray dog.
That was the identity Mo Shu had assigned to her.
Qin An did not dare look any longer, noticing she was about to turn around, he quickly lowered his head, pretending to look at the chessboard.
Sure enough, the next mont, Qin An felt Mo Shu's gaze on him.
His heart suddenly racing, Qin An nervously clenched the chess piece in his hand.
Suddenly, Mo Shu said, "Your makeup looks good today."
Qin An was startled, belatedly realizing Mo Shu was talking about him.
Overwheld by the complint, he beca so nervous he didn't know what to do and looked helplessly towards Mr. Mo.
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