147 Hold, hold Yu Yuehan's hand?!

Just like an abyss, his deep and soulful eyes fixated on her.

With the afterglow of the sunset shining on him, a layer of orange light spread out on his handsome face; he looked simply mysterious and honorable.

Nian Xiaomu was caught red-handed. Since she could no longer hide from him, she braced herself and went forward.

"Young Master…"

Just as she pondered about what explanation she should cook up because she had come back so late, she saw that he had turned around indifferently and headed to the dining room without paying much attention to her.

Nian Xiaomu secretly felt relieved that she had managed to dodge the bullet. As she followed behind him and entered the dining room, she saw that Xiao Liuliu was sitting obediently in her high chair. Even though she was biting onto her tiny spoon, she had not consumed any food.

Her tiny face curved into a smile immediately when she saw Nian Xiaomu.