An Lan agreed, "Xiao Xi, go ahead. You'll be fine with your son here."
Song Xi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yeah."
An Ci took her upstairs. As she walked up the stairs, she suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Shen Mo, "Brother, please help me look after Fugui."
Shen Mo lowered his eyes, replied "OK" in a muffled voice, and casually placed one hand on Fugui.
When they went upstairs, the mixed-race boy standing next to An Lan came to his senses and excitedly spoke fluent foreign language, "This tiger is so cool. It must be very majestic to take it out for fun."
He turned to look at An Lan, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her, "Aunt, can you lend it to me to play with?"
Without waiting for An Lan to speak, Shen Mo directly gave her a cold "No."
Eric frowned, turned around, stared at Shen Mo with a pair of blue eyes, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "Who are you? Why do you disagree?"
Shen Mo raised his head, his obsidian eyes sizing up Eric, his voice cold, "Just because it listens to me."
Eric is the earl's only son. He has been spoiled since childhood and has developed a fearless character.
He retorted loudly, "How is that possible? This tiger is raised by my cousin. Why should I listen to you?"
Shen Mo snorted and laughed, cold and evil, "Wealth."
Hearing Shen Mo calling it, Fugui subconsciously rubbed his head against his palm. Seeing his docile appearance, Eric became even more envious and wanted to touch Fugui.
As if still in the ancient castle of Country Y, he habitually ordered, "Send it over."
Shen Mo felt a slight itch in his throat. He couldn't help coughing and glanced at him, "Are you ordering me around?"
Eric raised his chin and said, "Yes again..."
"Who do you think you are?" Shen Mo interrupted him, his tone mocking.
Even though he was younger than him, not as tall as him, and his face was sickly pale, he just sat there quietly, and the aura of coldness and nobility in his bones suppressed Eric.
Eric was used to being praised at home, so when he heard this, he immediately got angry, "You son of a bitch..."
"Eric." An Lan interrupted him harshly, and her serious expression frightened Eric.
"Swearing is not allowed here. If you do it again, your aunt will punish you. Your mother said that I will be in charge of you while you live here."
Although Eric is brave, he is still a little in awe of his aunt whom he only sees a few times a year.
His arrogance was instantly extinguished, and he turned his face away, "Who told him not to listen to me?"
An Lan felt a headache, and suddenly understood the deep helplessness her sister had felt when she was talking to her on the phone. Although her nephew was not a bad person by nature, his arrogant and domineering character was indeed a headache.
She sighed, turned to look at Shen Mo, and smiled apologetically, "Xiao Mo, don't take what Eric said to heart. He is Aunt Lan's nephew, the same age as Xiao Yuan, and will live here for a while. You two...get along well."
She didn't feel confident when she said the last four words. After all, she knew her nephew's temper too well. He felt that the whole world had to revolve around him and everyone had to praise him.
Judging from what happened just now, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to get him and Xiao Mo to get along well.
At this moment, her cell phone rang.
Caller ID - Husband.
"Auntie Hong, please get Eric something to drink and eat. I'll take a call." As she spoke, she walked towards the French window and answered the phone, "Hello, Xiunian, um, I'm home."
Eric had a sour face and glared at Shen Mo fiercely. Unexpectedly, Fugui, who was always sensitive to malice, suddenly raised his head, protected Shen Mo, glared back at Eric, and scratched the floor with his sharp claws, as if sending a warning signal.
Eric swallowed and took two steps back in fright.
Shen Mo curled the corners of his lips slightly and stroked Fugui's hair as if it were a reward.
After a while, An Ci pulled Song Xi downstairs, dragging a large, beautifully packaged box in his other hand.
As soon as she came downstairs, she ran straight to Shen Mo with the big box in her arms, "Brother, my sister bought me some Lego, can you help me build it?"
Shen Mo closed the book, his eyes softened, "Okay."
An Ci sat down on the carpet and started to open the Lego box. Halfway through, she suddenly thought of something and looked up at Song Xi, "Sister, come and sit here."
Song Xi looked at Fugui lying on the carpet and shook his head without hesitation, "You guys play, I'm hungry, let me find something to eat first."
An Ci said "oh" and didn't force it, continuing to open the box with Shen Mo.
Eric found himself being ignored, gnashed his teeth, and immediately forgot the pain. He stood up and walked to Shen Mo, "Hey, get up, I want to play with my cousin."
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