Seeing her refer to herself as "old man", Mo Yunjing's eyes held both helplessness and doting affection. After gently rubbing his thumb over her cheek a few times, he reluctantly left Jingtang Garden.,Even if she now insisted they put Pingping and An'an in their cribs, the moment she turned her back, the two would undoubtedly pick them up again.,For she had already heard the conversation between their valley master and Master Han.。