An Xue Tang smiled, "I know, I know. You have to remind me of these things every day. The dignified King of Bei Jiang is almost becoming an old man.",Seeing her refer to herself as "old man", Mo Yunjing's eyes held both helplessness and doting affection. After gently rubbing his thumb over her cheek a few times, he reluctantly left Jingtang Garden.,Now they constantly come to disturb her peace and quiet. She's both speechless and helpless about it.。