After a quick shower, he dressed in a crisp black suit, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with something colder and sharper.
Before leaving, he casted one last glance at Lixue, who had now curled into the space he had left behind, her body seeking his warmth even in sleep.
His gaze softened briefly before he turned on his heel and left the room.
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The Mo estate was as imposing as ever, its grand halls filled with an air of quiet authority.
The butler led Mo Ran to the drawing room, where Mo Zhengrong and Fei Baeya were already seated, their expressions unreadable. A pot of tea sat between them, though left untouched.
Mo Ran stepped inside without hesitation, his posture relaxed but his sharp gaze betraying his readiness for whatever they had summoned him for.
Fei Baeya was the first to speak, her tone cool and measured. "Sit."
