Mo Ziyue hurriedly returned to the guest room with Bai Xiaosheng and the others, wiping sweat along the way, and giving Bai Xiaosheng a thumbs up repeatedly.
"Just now, I was really scared to death!" Mo Ziyue said, "No matter how rebellious I am in this family, I'm still afraid of my grandpa, probably a habit left over from childhood! Thanks to you, Sheng, for being quick-witted. Sorry that you had to belittle yourself."
Bai Xiaosheng smiled at Mo Ziyue, "Actually, it's my fault too. I shouldn't have been gossiping behind backs. It upset the elderly."
What gossip? Mo Ziyue didn't believe it. He had seen Bai Xiaosheng evaluate the plaque hanging in the courtyard, and he didn't differ from what a great calligrapher would say. Bai Xiaosheng was not the type to speak carelessly, and given his identity, he wasn't someone to just make things up.
