Mo Yan shivered slightly under his icy gaze, and turned to Xiao Eleven in confusion, "Is it your master who is in a bad mood, or did I say something wrong?"
Xiao Eleven was also perplexed and gave Mo Yan an almost imperceptible shake of his head.
Xiao Ruiyuan's gaze remained on Mo Yan from beginning to end; he did not miss her slight movement. For some inexplicable reason, his heart felt somewhat congested—he disliked that she would rather ask an irrelevant person than speak to him. For a moment, he found Xiao Eleven exceptionally annoying, and his icy eyes shot towards him, "You, get out!"
The innocent Xiao Eleven, caught in the crossfire, was befuddled. Even after stepping outside the courtyard, he still had no idea why his master had changed his face so suddenly—it seemed his mood had been fine when they first arrived!