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This year, the Mo ancestral house was particularly lively.
He Yan did not go with Mo Yitao to see the Mo family members. During this period of time, the Mo family used all sorts of means to find out everything about him. He was not in the mood to deal with those who held hostile intentions towards him. He directled holed up on the second floor, eating snacks and playing with his phone. He continued to be a moocher.
It was just that that Mo family visiting for the New Year was a bit long. It didn’t end until after lunch was finished at noon.
He Yan browsed celebrity gossip and read novels on his phone. He eventually got bored. He didn’t know whether it was because the food he ate at breakfast hadn’t properly digested before he holed up in his room, but he had unexpectedly no appetite for the lunch the butler brought to him at noon. He carelessly ate two bites and put down his chopsticks.
“Little young master, are you feeling unwell?” The butler immediately asked, worried. Even without the patriarch’s attitude, he originally liked this little houseguest. He was well-behaved, clever, and loveable. At least, he was more likeable than those young masters and ladies downstairs who used their chins to look at people. “Why did you eat so little?”
He Yan shook his head. “No, I ate too much in the morning. I can’t eat anymore now. Uncle [courtesy/ intimate form of address] Zhang can go be busy downstairs.”
The butler said some words of concern to him. Then he went downstairs to serve the guests.
After eating, He Yan was so bored he rolled around several times on the sofa. Finally, his eyes changed. It seemed like he thought of some bad idea. He took his phone, opened WeChat, and started texting.