Bo Fengyin could only give up, scrambling up the bank and scurrying away.
Si Mingjing thought the child was throwing a tantrum at her.
To her surprise, a few minutes later, Bo Fengyin scurried back, followed by several servants filing in. Each servant was carrying a fruit drink or a fruit platter.
Had he gone to order refreshments for everyone?
The little gentleman personally held a fruit drink, walking with his unsteady little steps toward the edge of the swimming pool, brimming with energy. "Auntie, Auntie!"
Si Mingjing: "..."
Bo Leng had told her that this child was difficult to manage. It seemed he was right.
Mo Yinhe, however, just smiled nonchalantly.
He waved at Si Mingjing. After she climbed ashore, he comforted her, "It's just a child; don't take it seriously. You've been too tired recently. Let's relax. How about we go mountain climbing tomorrow? Would you like that?"
