"Yes." Tong Ran nodded. For him to manage this much is not easy, after all, he has never been courteous to people.
The man hugged her tighter, his handsome face leaning closer, "I've behaved so well, what's my reward?"
"Don't," Tong Ran quickly pushed him away, "We're still at home, it wouldn't look good if someone saw."
Mo Nanjue raised an eyebrow, "Who would dare say it's not good?"
"..." Indeed, no one would dare.
Even though he's very polite, just standing there he exudes an aura of a leader, and it's hard to hide the nobility in him no matter how courteous he is.
After all, he is still the noblest of all, and being courteous doesn't change that.
Tong Ran worried that her uncle wouldn't dare to come out; she looked around and picked up an apple from the table, "Shall I peel one for you to eat?"
Since she wanted to peel it herself, the man naturally agreed. He let go of her and picked up the newspaper beside him, "Alright."
"I'll go to the kitchen to get a peeler."
