At this moment, Nangong Mo had already wheeled himself to the courtyard gate, and Feng Xuan appeared out of nowhere, holding a green bamboo umbrella, walking beside him.
"Hey, Nangong Mo, are you really running away from home?"
Yun Ran stood under the corridor and shouted at him. Nangong Mo slightly turned his head, casting a sidelong glance with his chin raised, looking smug, "That's right."
"Tch! You're running away from home but haven't even packed your stuff! Want me to help you pack?"
Nangong Mo: "..."
Are you that eager for me to leave?
You really can't wait not to see me anymore, huh?
Since I'm such an eyesore, I'll just go!
Seeing his face turn several shades darker, Yun Ran blinked softly, "Nangong Mo, are you planning to sneak off and build snowmen?"
At those words, not only did Nangong Mo's handsome face turn as dark as a cloud-covered sky, even his eyes filled with a raging snowstorm.
Build snowmen?
Do I look like I'm going to build snowmen?
