At some point, the originally sunny sky outside darkened. The rows of bamboo planted in the courtyard rustled in the wind.
A cold, wet wind blew in, and it began to rain.
Shen Yijia shrank back. Before she could speak, Mo Yuan had already taken a step forward and closed the window for her.
"The weather has turned cold. Miss, please put on more clothes." Mo Yuan's tone was emotionless, but her words were filled with concern.
If not for the fact that Shen Yijia was already used to her tone, she would have suspected that she owed her money.
"Oh, that's not right. I don't think I've ever given Mo Yuan a monthly allowance." she thought.
Shen Yijia pursed her lips and took out a piece of silver from her pouch and handed it to him. It was about a tael of silver.
"Here, this is your monthly allowance."
Mo Yuan was stunned. "I don't need an allowance."
