Mo Cang nodded in relief and waved his hand for Qin Qin to go out. Mo Yunchen was still waiting for her, and he didn't dare keep her any longer, lest he have to see his son's gloomy face.
Qin Qin nodded politely to Mo Cang and then walked out of the room.
Mo Cang walked to his desk, looked at the photo frame with his wife's radiant smile, and whispered softly, "Our Yunchen is getting married, and the girl is very nice. You can rest assured. I believe they will be very happy, and you must bless them both."
As Qin Qin left the study, not far down the corridor, Mo Yunchen was leaning lazily against the wall, waiting for her. When he saw her come out, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"What did the old man say to you?" Mo Yunchen glanced at the box in Qin Qin's hand, and his eyes darkened.
"He gave me this box; it's something left by your mother for her future daughter-in-law. I don't know what's inside!"