The breakfast room was smaller than the formal dining hall Shen Yelan had seen last night. This space was designed for casual family meals. Large windows let in morning sunlight, and the table was already set with an impressive spread of food.
Several people were already seated when Shen Yelan arrived. Mo Junming did not join them because he had to leave early for work.
"A'lan is here," Old Master Shen was the first one to notice them.
"Good morning, Grandfather," Shen Yelan said, giving him a nod.
Mo Jingrui's head turned immediately at the sound of her voice. His expression, which had been neutral while listening to something his grandmother was saying, immediately softened when he saw her.
Then his gaze dropped to Mo Xiang Yi sitting in Shen Yelan's lap, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
