Quickly, under Mo Qingluan's guidance, Xiao Tianyu arrived at a courtyard in the back garden, where a middle-aged man was seated with a tea set laid out before him.
"Dad, he's here!" Mo Qingluan spoke to Mo Xuan.
Mo Xuan nodded: "Let him in!"
"Okay!" Mo Qingluan nodded, her beautiful eyes glanced at Xiao Tianyu, and in a cold tone said: "My dad asked you to enter!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Tianyu stepped into the courtyard, causing Mo Qingluan's eyebrows to furrow, wondering how many times she had been ignored.
She simply couldn't understand why someone of no status or position dared to ignore her repeatedly?
"Looking for me?" Xiao Tianyu approached the table, speaking with little regard, but Mo Xuan was not too surprised; individuals with some talent often have their own pride.
Mo Xuan put down his teacup and smiled at Xiao Tianyu: "Have you considered cultivating in my City Lord's Mansion?"
