"My wife said she's not coming out, and no one is to disturb her!"
Han Mo stood with his arms firmly spread, blocking Uncle Song's vain attempt to knock on the door.
Uncle Song's hands fell in defeat, but after a moment of thought, he wasn't ready to give up, "Xiao Mozi, the Young Master is inside, aren't you the least bit worried?"
Such an unconcerned white-eyed wolf, playing Little Door God, he's really taken after Han Qiu!
Han Mo deciphered Uncle Song's thoughts from his gaze and snorted disdainfully, tilting his head proudly, "Trust the wife, secure Changsheng!"
What a proud and aloof thing to say!
Uncle Song and Dong Lei were silent for a moment, their eyes intently on Little Door God Han Mo.
"Who said that?" Uncle Song, being older, was the first to find his voice again.
It better not be his Young Master! His Young Master has had a tough life, and he is such a clever and endearing child; his wife mustn't lead him astray!