Every scene and object in the Mo Family's courtyard was crafted by Mo Yan's hands. Upon hearing Yan Junyu's praise, she felt happy inside, but responded with modesty, "They're merely wild things from the mountains, hardly worthy of Young Master Yan's compliments."
Yan Junyu's fan-waving hand stiffened slightly, then he shook his head, his tone carrying an unconscious hint of expectation, "You girl, after knowing this lord for so long, when will you be able to show your true self in front of me with confidence?"
Mo Yan smiled subtly without a word and poured him a cup of chilled pear juice.
The person before her, born into a noble family with a distinguished status, had quite good friends and protectors in business. She didn't want a deeper relationship than that; it was better to maintain some distance in their usual interactions.
Yan Junyu felt a slight pang of disappointment, sighed, shook his head, and then changed the subject to talk about fruit.