Upon hearing his address change from the casual "Hanzhang" to the polite "Sir Xiao", Mo Yan's face turned slightly pale. She involuntarily looked towards Xiao Ruiyuan and found him gazing back at her. He nodded subtly to her, his expression composed, showing no sign of panic.
Seeing this, Mo Qingze felt a lump in his throat, and his voice grew colder by several degrees, "Get back to your room. I'm not a tiger; do you think I'm going to eat someone?"
Mao Tuan, lying in a corner, perked up at these words and barked towards Mo Qingze with a "woof". It was a tiger indeed, but it never ate people. Master, you can't accuse a tiger with your eyes open!
Distracted by Mao Tuan's interruption, even if Mo Qingze couldn't grasp the meaning behind its bark, his face struggled to stay stern. He forced himself to maintain his serious demeanor and stood up, walking towards the outside of the small hall.