C132 (1/2)

Just as Jing Ruxuan was about to leave, her arm was grabbed, and Jing Ruxuan immediately turned to meet his bright eyes.

”Let's go together. I don't have anyone coming here anyway.” In response to Jing Ruxuan's timid look, Mo Ranran gave her a shallow smile.

”Is that really possible?” It was probably very rarely someone treating him so gently. Jing Ruxuan's face was filled with disbelief.

”En, come and sit together with me.” Mo Ranran nodded, pointed to the seats at the side, and indicated that Jing Ruxuan should come over.

Jing Ruxuan hesitated for a moment, then looked around him. Other than Mo Ranran's pavilion, all the other pavilions were filled, and Jing Ruxuan had no other choice but to sit down.

It was unknown if it was because he was too happy or was too nervous, but Jing Ruxuan had misjudged the position of the stone chair, and when he sat down, he sat a little forward, and only sat for a little while, before he slid forward, and it was already too late to stop his momentum. Just as he was about to fall, Mo Ranran quickly supported her.

Borrowing Mo Ranran's strength, Jing Ruxuan stabilized his falling body and sat back down on the chair.

After sitting properly, Jing Ruxuan looked at Mo Ranran, and thought that it was all thanks to Mo Ranran pulling her back, or else she would have been embarrassed. She could not help but blush and thank Mo Ranran softly: ”Thank you Miss, for helping me out.”

Mo Ranran glanced at Jing Ruxuan, blinked his eyes, and laughed: ”It's a convenient matter, I didn't do anything, there's no need to thank me.”

After he sat down, Jing Ruxuan's expression became a little unsettled, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Mo Chu, who was sitting at the side. Jing Ruxuan carefully opened his mouth: ”Your daughter is really good-looking.”

The voice that was purposely lowered carried a trace of inferiority and flattery.

Mo Ranran saw all of Jing Ruxuan's reaction and explained with a smile: ”This is my sister, Mo Chu.”

”So she's not your daughter.” When Jing Ruxuan saw that he had actually taken Mo Ranran's sister as his daughter, he looked at Mo Ranran uneasily. His hands rubbed against each other uneasily, and looked at Mo Ranran timidly.

Jing Ruxuan's attitude of lowering himself to dust made Mo Ranran's heart suddenly ache for this girl.

”My name is Mo Ranran, what's your name?” Mo Ranran tried his best to lower his voice to an extremely low level, afraid that he would scare this timid girl.

Ah!” Are you ink-stained? ”The one who broke off the crown prince's engagement …” Jing Ruxuan did not expect that the person in front of her would be Mo Hongyan. He could not control his emotions for a while, and when he realized that his words would hurt Mo Hongyi, he did not continue.

”Am I scary?” Seeing Jing Ruxuan's shocked face, as if he had heard something unbelievable, Mo Ranran chuckled.

Afraid that Mo Ranran would misunderstand him, Jing Ruxuan hurriedly explained, ”No, no, you're very beautiful and gentle, not like what Daddy said at all.”

”What did your father say about me?” Hearing that, Mo Ranran raised his eyebrows, his face had a look of curiosity.

If her guess was not wrong, this chubby girl should be the young miss of the Prime Minister's Estate.

It was rumored that the young lady of the Prime Minister's Estate had a boorish appearance and a short temper. She was a girl that was difficult to get along with.

But from her point of view, Jing Ruxuan had a very good temper, to the point that he didn't even dare to retaliate when being bullied …

”Daddy said you were very wild and arrogant. He said you even dared to harm your own little sister. He told me to stay away from you …” Jing Ruxuan continued to speak, his voice getting softer and softer. If not for the martial artists having good hearing, Mo Ranran would not have been able to hear him.

Mo Ranran's mouth twitched, she did not seem to have offended the Prime Minister before, right? The Prime Minister was trying to put her in his place …

Seeing that Mo Ranran was not saying anything, Jing Ruxuan thought that Mo Ranran was angry, and couldn't help but explain: ”Don't be angry, I, I know that you aren't such a person, but Daddy is speaking nonsense. I, I'll go back and scold him on your behalf.”

The corner of Jing Ruxuan's servant Ming Dong's eyes twitched. If the old master knew that the young miss had sold him off so quickly, he wondered if he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.