"Yes," Ren Yu, whose survival instinct suddenly surged, immediately said, "Little Renzi will go wash the glasses for you two young masters right away."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Ding Jing could say another word, Ren Yu grabbed the three cups and quickly dashed to the riverbank.
Ding Jing shook her head.
Tsk.
The errands these days are getting more and more outrageous. Back when she was under Mo Shangjun's command—
Ding Jing promptly stopped herself from reminiscing.
Ha, when she was under Mo Shangjun... she punched Mo Shangjun.
Thinking of this, Ding Jing inexplicably shivered.
And Mo Shangjun, seemingly on the same wavelength, suddenly turned her head, giving Ding Jing a half-smiling, half-serious look.
Then, Mo Shangjun reached out, grabbed the hand she had placed on her shoulder, and in a softened voice, advised, "Leggy, your survival instinct seems not that high lately."
Ding Jing got goosebumps from her tone.
