Just as he reached the garden gate, he heard Shen Ningning's crisp laughter from within.
"Lu Shaoyuan, are you sure you can handle that? If not, just let the servants help. Hurry and come down!"
"I'm fine, I can do it."
When Mo Lingwei entered, his expression dark, this was the scene that greeted him.
Shen Ningning and a few servants stood beneath a massive red plum tree, their heads tilted back to look up at Lu Shaoyuan.
Lu Shaoyuan had actually climbed the tree. Clad in purple robes, he had a flower basket slung at his waist, already filled with snow-dusted red plums.
Apparently, Lu Shaoyuan had seen Shen Ningning struggling on her tiptoes to pick the plum blossoms and had decided to help her.
Before long, the basket at his side was nearly full.
But the lower-hanging red plums had mostly been picked, so he had to climb even higher.
Shen Ningning watched him slip twice and knitted her delicate brows.
