After a while, the Lan Family felt that Mo Jinrong wasn't bad, even though he was a little ugly.
Mo Jinrong couldn't stand such a heartwarming scene. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he left the room.
Lan Anran could tell that Mo Jinrong didn't look well and remembered that in her past life, he loved quiet and didn't like noise. He probably wouldn't want to experience such an occasion again in eight lifetimes.
But if he wasn't really here to see her mother, what was he here for?
Lan Anran followed him out.
"Butler Mo, are you unwell?"
Mo Jinrong was just about to relax when he gave a solemn excuse, "No, I'm going to the toilet."
"Butler Mo, you're going to the toilet here?"
Lan Anran pointed to the corner of the wall behind her and smiled.
Mo Jinrong leaned against the wall with a worried expression, as though he was anxious from holding it in.
"…I, I'll go that way."
Mo Jinrong gritted his teeth and turned to leave.
