"If Xue'er has a way to prevent Yue Ya from working herself to the bone, that would of course be best."
"Fine, Old Lady will help you this once."
Mo Xue tossed Little Xuanzi to him and walked into Feng Yueya's room with her legs lifting high.
Seeing her enter, Yun Shangyuan's eyes revealed a trace of confusion.
Mo Xue glanced at him indifferently and then turned her gaze to Feng Yueya, who was sitting on the ground.
She saw her staring intently at the medical texts as if there were gold and silver inside them.
"You brat, lift your head up, Old Lady has something to say to you," Mo Xue looked down at her coldly and imperiously.
Just as Taixu Zi had predicted, Feng Yueya didn't even bother to look at her.
Mo Xue didn't get angry, instead, she crouched down and took a careful look at Feng Yueya, and seeing that her focus didn't seem feigned, she cleared her throat and said,
"You brat, can't you hear Old Lady talking to you?"
"..."
