Eleven had been guarding Su Ruyu's courtyard until midnight. Mo Ye asked, "Do you want to get some sleep upstairs?"
"No!"
Mo Ye frowned worriedly. "Master is in a bad mood. I want to stay with her for a little while more." Eleven whispered.
"I… Beauty Mom is also in a bad mood today," Mo Ye said calmly. He wanted to call her 'mom', but it might be hard for him to call her that again in the future, although he felt that he was closer to her than Ruyu. He was at a loss.
Eleven didn't say anything. At this moment, Mo Shitian walked toward them from the winding corridor. Both Mo Ye and Eleven got up immediately, and Eleven held Mo Shitian back. "Dad," Mo Ye said. Mo Shitian's gaze fell on the door. "Get lost!" He stared at Eleven coldly.