Yaen Chi nervously wiped his face and stepped aside, "Come on, is it really necessary? Don't do this. I never said you should find a replacement. Can't you just relax?"
Those last two sentences, he said with a sense of guilt.
Bo Yanching took a deep drag of his cigarette and said flatly, "I'm going out for a walk."
Yaen Chi wanted to follow, but Mo Tingshen glanced at him, and Yaen Chi, having thought of something, gave up.
The landscaping of Shengyue Mansion was done to the extreme beauty, with even the vegetation in the corners pruned regularly. Looking out, the night scenery was shrouded in a thin layer of light and shadow, giving a sense of serene and ambiguous time.
However, compared to Mist Garden, the scenery of Shengyue Mansion was far from comparable.
The Plum Forest had already withered; Nan Jiaojiao lingered among the barren branches for half a day, digging a hole to roast sweet potatoes, which seemed to have lost its winter flavor.
