In Zichen Mountain, Uncle Mu and the servants at home were shocked when they saw the young couple return together. They could not hide their surprise.
Fortunately, Uncle Mu reacted quickly and went over to greet them.
"Young Master, Young Mistress."
Mo Boyuan hummed lightly. Jiang Tingxu, on the other hand, called out: "Uncle Mu."
All these years in Zichen Mountain, it was Uncle Mu who took care of him.
"Young Master, Young Mistress, have you had your dinner?"
The sky turned dark.
When they left the arena, it was close to seven o'clock. After that, they stayed at the old school for a while. Now it was almost half-past eight.
If Uncle Mu didn't mention dinner, both of them would have forgotten about it.
"We haven't, just ask the kitchen to prepare simple dishes."
"Yes, Young Master. I'll go and inform the kitchen helper."
