They took their sweet time, and by the time they returned to the main house an hour had already passed.
Old Master Mo had been waiting for them in the dining room all along.
Slightly impatient from waiting too long, he couldn't help but hum in discontent when he saw their late arrival. He asked Mo Shiting, "Where have you been? Why are you so late?"
Where have they been?
Of course, it was... a secret that couldn't be disclosed.
Gu Li felt a little guilty and chuckled, "Grandpa, I just took a call, got a bit caught up in something, I'm sorry."
Hearing that Little Pear had been delayed, Old Master Mo immediately changed his expression and said with fatherly affection, "Handling serious matters should be the priority, it doesn't matter. I've only been waiting for a little while. Come, Aunt Liang, serve a bowl of black chicken soup for Young Madam to supplement her health, she's too thin."
"Yes, Old Master," replied Aunt Liang, beaming as she left the dining room.