"I don't care whether she is back or not. If you are so interested, why don't you fly back to the capital to see her yourself? Don't bother me with these things."
Mo Shan did not miss his lapse. Was he really unaware of Lu Zhaoyang's return?
That was impossible. He must have known.
He must be pretending in front of her.
"I am not very close to her, so she may not see me. Besides—I heard that your sister was actually with the Second Master when she was away. I wonder what they were up to."
Mo Shan continued talking.
She must let Brother Yunting know about how Lu Zhaoyang shamelessly ran away with her own uncle to be together, that she was a detestable lady.
"I'll say this again, Mo Shan—you can go ask her about it yourself. Don't disturb me with these trivialities, or do you want me to go and fetch her back here?"
Huo Yunting idly tossed his pen into the pen container and laid back in his chair.