Bengbeng, Do You Like It?

The car soon arrived at Mo Chengliang's villa.

When he heard that Qi Yan was sent back by Mo Yongheng, even Old Master Mo was alarmed.

He got someone to push him into the courtyard. When he saw that it was really mo Yongheng carrying Qi Yan in, his Hale and hearty old eyes narrowed slightly.

"What happened... did the two of them fight?"

"Master, no, Yama just played with mud in the corner a little too much and got sunstroke. Let him replenish his fluids and rest for a while,"Mo Yongheng said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.

Others might believe these words, but when old master Mo saw the expressions on their faces, he knew that it wasn't that simple.

The dignified medicine king knew how to play with mud and even played with himself until he got sunstroke?

Wasn't this a joke? !

But since they all said so, Mo Chengxian didn't pursue the matter and got someone to help Qi Yan to the room next to his.