Yinzhen: "From now on, I will call you Mr. Mo. You don't need to be so polite, it's only right."

If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it.

Yinzhen had Su Peisheng take Mo Chenyu to the courtyard that had been arranged for him. After Su Peisheng returned, Yinzhen said, "Go to the storeroom and select a few items that Ninth Brother likes to send to him."

Su Peisheng: "Yes, Master."

Tong Cheng'er had her own things to do, and Yinzhen saw Mo Chenyu in the front courtyard, so Tong Cheng'er was unaware that Mo Chenyu had already entered the mansion.

Before telling Tong Cheng'er that Mo Chenyu was coming to the mansion, Yinzhen told Tong Cheng'er about something else.

After dinner, Tong Cheng'er lay on her side on the sofa, her head resting on Yinzhen's lap. Yinzhen sat upright, holding a book in one hand, looking very serious.

But his other hand was not so well-behaved, moving back and forth across Tong Cheng'er's face...

It was fine at first, but after a while, Tong Cheng'er couldn't stand it anymore: "It's too itchy, take your hand away."

Upon hearing this, Yinzhen put down the book in his hand, though his mind was not actually on the book.

"I won't let go."

As he spoke, he put his other hand up as well, and with both hands, he rubbed Tong Cheng'er's face. Tong Cheng'er's face was already a little chubby, which made her look very cute.

Yinzhen became happier the more he rubbed the area, and then he burst out laughing.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

Yinzhen smiled happily: "I won't let go, I won't let go."

When Tong Cheng'er saw him say that and laugh so happily, she immediately became unhappy. She reached out and pretended to rub his face as well.