168 The Image of a Cold Genius
“Young Master didn’t say Father and Mother’s names, but she readily said Young Master Feng Chen’s name.”
Yun Ran was amused by her little packrat and did not know whether to laugh or cry. She glanced at Mo Beiyuan beside her. “Do you really only have one friend, Feng Chen? Look, this is why I want the two little packrats to go to school. Otherwise, Sweetcake’s best friend will only be that kitten…”
Mo Beiyuan rubbed his nose and said in a deep voice, “There are many people who want to interact with me. I’m just too lazy to deal with them.”
There were indeed many people who wanted to be friends with him, but he was unwilling.
As for Feng Chen, that was just an accident.
Initially, he had only helped him and saved his life. Who knew that Feng Chen would be like a plaster and insist on sticking to him to repay his kindness?
Seeing him explain his predicament so seriously, Yun Ran’s gaze landed on his handsome face. She suddenly thought of something interesting and blinked at him, her lips twisting into another smile.
“What are you smiling at?”
Mo Beiyuan was puzzled. Didn’t he just not have any friends? Was there a need for this woman to smile so happily?
If he wanted to, he could have friends all over the world.
“I just thought of something interesting.” Yun Ran smiled gently.
Mo Beiyuan looked over. “Something interesting?”
Yun Ran glanced at Bun, who was not far away. She felt that it was not good to say something in front of the child, so she moved closer to Mo Beiyuan and said in a low voice, “I’m thinking that if you had entered school when you were in your teens, you would have probably attracted the liking of many girls.”
To put it simply, Yun Ran felt that his face would have been at the school hunk level before the apocalypse. With his high cultivation level, he would definitely have the image of an aloof top student.
Therefore, no matter how cold he was and how unwilling he was to talk to others, there would still be many female students who wanted to be friends with him.
Mo Beiyuan frowned. What nonsense was this woman thinking all day?
“Do you think all the girls are like you? Do you think they have the guts to talk to me and smile in front of me?”
Yun Ran raised her eyebrows. No matter how cold his expression was now, she was not afraid of him at all. “So, are you praising me for being bold?”
The two of them only chatted for a while. When they looked at the little packrat again, they realized that something had happened.
Why were there so many people surrounding the carriage?
“What’s going on with little Sweetcake? Why is it so messy? Who are those people?”
As Yun Ran spoke, she jumped out of the second-floor window.
Mo Beiyuan also picked up Bun and jumped down.
At the same time, they ran towards the carriage.
The secret guards hiding in the dark also gathered.
Yun Ran pushed through the crowd surrounding the carriage and saw a small red ball rolling on the ground.
As he rolled, he shouted, “I want to bring the little sister home! I want my little sister!”
“I want the little sister. No, no… I want the little sister!”
The little red meatball was under the carriage, rolling left and right skillfully.
Several people were coaxing and persuading him.
“Young Master, if you want a little sister, let’s go back and find one for you.”
“Young Master, get up quickly. The floor is dirty.”
“Young Master, please get up first. We have something to discuss.”
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Yun Ran leaned closer and asked the secret guard near the carriage, “What happened?”