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.,Since Fengming and Hanyun were watching Pingping and Aanan, An Xuetang felt even more reassured.,For she had already heard the conversation between their valley master and Master Han.。