Inside the Mo Residence, there were pavilions and flowers everywhere, just like a landscape painting from the Republic of China. Mo Beiyan followed the corridor towards the inner building and arrived at a carved wooden pavilion.
The maid saw him and hurriedly knelt down to salute, "Eldest Young Master."
"Rise," Mo Beiyan squinted his eyes, "Is she inside?"
The two maids exchanged glances, and another spoke up, "Second Young Madam is unwell today and hasn't gotten up. Should we first..."
"No need, you all can leave," Mo Beiyan reached out and took out two phones. In a place like the Mo Family, everything adhered to feudal etiquette, controlled extremely rigorously, and opportunities to access electronic products were very rare, "Take these to play."
"This..."
The two maids looked at the oddly styled phones and couldn't resist temptation, reaching out to take them, "Thank you, Eldest Young Master, we'll head out now."
The two turned and jogged away.
