Chapter 172 He's just a child
On the morning of the banquet, as soon as the morning light shone through the carved windows of the manor, Zhao Mingli strode through the long corridor and headed straight for Mo Ziyuan's study.
Mo Ziyuan's desk is now very clean, completely different from before, with not a single piece of paper on it, but his young master still likes to find things to do for himself.
When Zhao Ming went in, he saw the young master ironing a piece of clothing. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Miss Lin's clothes.
Mo Ziyuan seemed quite happy; after ironing the clothes, he even straightened them himself.
"Young Master," Zhao Ming called softly.
Mo Ziyuan did not stop what he was doing, but turned his head to the side, his gaze still fixed on the fabric, and asked in a calm tone.
"How's the old house doing?"
"It's nothing, it's just that Miss Zhou made some noise."
The man finally put down what he was holding and looked at Zhao Ming with some surprise.
What's that noise?
“Our people found out that she bought a certain medicine in the past few days.”
At this point, Zhao Ming took a few steps forward and whispered in the man's ear.
"The drug is made abroad, used for... aphrodisiacs, specifically for the pleasures of wealthy foreigners. Once ingested, there's no antidote, unless..."
There's no antidote? Mo Ziyuan's interest was piqued.
"Are you sure there's no antidote? Do you think Jing Sheng might have one?"
Zhao Ming shook his head firmly.
"The effects of the drug only take about ten minutes to take hold, but preparing the antidote will take at least two hours."
"Okay, I understand."
Zhao Ming had just stepped out of the study when he ran into Lin Yi'an, who was coming towards him.
"Hello, Mr. An."
Lin Yi'an called out to him.
What are you doing here?
"I'm looking for my young master."
"Ziyuan? Don't you know he's sick? Why are you still looking for him? Just come to me if you need anything. Talking to him won't help with his mental state right now."
"Alright, then I'll come find you if there's anything you need, Young Master An."
"Okay, go down!"
When Lin Yi'an arrived at the study door, he saw a man inside fiddling with his phone.
"Ziyuan, don't be lazy. The clothes aren't finished ironing yet, how can you be lazy?" He added at the end, "You're not being good at all."
At this moment, he really seemed like a wicked stepmother, constantly bullying Cinderella.
Mo Ziyuan saw him obediently put his phone away.
"I'm sorry, Brother Yi'an, I saw my phone kept ringing, so I picked it up and took a look."
"It keeps ringing? Who sent you the message?"
"There's no one here, it's an advertisement." Mo Ziyuan looked at him with an innocent expression.
Lin Yi'an suddenly realized something very important: Mo Ziyuan still had money in his phone.
Give me your phone.
Mo Ziyuan pretended to struggle.
"Brother Yi'an, this is my phone."
Lin Yi'an knew he wouldn't try to take it from him, so he simply reached out and took it.
He didn't touch anything else, but went straight to check the account balance and bills. He was shocked by what he saw. He knew Mo Ziyuan was rich, but he didn't expect Mo Ziyuan to be this rich, and this was just the money in his phone.
Looking at the little boy in front of him—Mo Ziyuan—he felt that it was too unsafe for him to keep this money in his hands.
"Give me your phone first, I'm going to go find your brother Jing Sheng. You stay here and continue ironing."
"good."
Mo Ziyuan obediently agreed without any resistance.
Lin Yi'an picked up his phone and headed straight for Shi Jingsheng.
At this time, Shi Jingsheng had just finished a meeting and was slumped in his chair.
"How did you end up here?"
Lin Yi-an showed him his phone.
"Jing Sheng, look, look! Zi Yuan has so much money in his phone. He's still just a kid. What if he gets scammed?"
Shi Jingsheng rubbed his temples.
“Even if he’s a child, he’s still Mo Ziyuan. He won’t be fooled.”
"Why not? Haven't you seen TV? Don't you remember how it was portrayed? Think about how those bad students ask good students for money outside high school gates." He even imitated them as he spoke.
"Hey, hand over your money, or I'll hit you."
Upon hearing this, Shi Jingsheng immediately burst out laughing.
"Ziyuan won't be bullied, and this isn't the school gate."
"How could it not be? Don't you think about how easily Ziyuan can be bullied when he's sick? I was just bullying him while I was ironing clothes for Yiluo."
"So I haven't seen him all morning because you sent him to iron Yiluo's clothes? Lin Yi'an!!!"
He looked at Lin Yi'an and said in disbelief.
"You said you were afraid of being bullied? You've already started bullying others yourself."
Regardless of what Shi Jingsheng said, Lin Yi'an had no regrets whatsoever.
He's still a child at heart, and we should toughen him up like this.
Seeing his expression, Shi Jingsheng knew he wasn't listening, so he had to talk to him about something else.
"I haven't been home for a while, and I didn't organize the banquet at the Shi family's house, so please be careful when you go."
Lin Yi-an wasn't worried at all.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful."
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