C45 Calm down
C45 Calm down
With doubt in her heart, she quickly changed her clothes and followed the servant to the study room.
Pei Zhenjiang was still sitting at the same seat as before. Seeing Mo Wan walk in, he took off the glasses on his face and said, "How is it going?"
"Nothing much." Mo Wan answered truthfully, "I should say that there is no progress at all."
With a light laugh, Pei Zhenjiang looked at her. "Is this second son of mine very difficult to deal with?"
"Why do I find that you are still a little proud?" Mo Wan looked at the ray of light in his eyes.
"Yes, I am a little proud. If I did not see your ID, I would never believe that you are only 18 years old." Pei Zhenjiang sighed. "You are much more mature than your peers, and you are also much calmer and more rational."
Calm and rational?
She might have some of it on her, but when she faced Pei Yihuan, she only felt anger, impulsiveness, and panic. She couldn't even touch the edge of reason.
Mo Wan did not have a big expression on her face. She only said lightly, "What kind of environment would create such character? You did not come to me just to chat, right?"
Without saying anything, Pei Zhenjiang opened the drawer behind the desk and took out a sandalwood box from inside. He then handed it to Mo Wan.
The box was very delicate. There were golden carvings on the edge of the box. One look and one could tell that it was very expensive. She looked at it doubtfully and was somewhat puzzled. "What is this?"
"This is the second child's mother's urn." Pei Zhenjiang's gaze fell deeply on the box. It was a little emotional and a little sad.
"A urn?" She muttered, but she was even more confused. "Then what will you do with this?"
Pei Zhenjiang looked at her. "It's not that you can't handle Second Brother."
"Is there a huge relationship between these two?" Why did she feel that Pei family was becoming more and more mysterious?
"This is what Second Brother wants the most. It might be able to help you."
What Pei Yihuan wanted the most was her mother's urn. She swallowed her saliva and carefully looked at the urn.
"Alright, that's all I have to say. It's getting late. Go and rest."
When she returned to her room, Mo Wan's thoughts were still circling around the urn.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt strange and strange. What she wanted the most was not anything else, but the urn!!
The Wealthy Class all had some strange secrets. It turned out that even the Pei family was the same!
But what kind of secret would it be?
Mo Wan stared at the classical and luxurious urn for a few more times before going to bed and closing her eyes to sleep.
The next morning.
It had just snowed and the weather was not very good. The sky was covered with a layer of dark clouds and the cold wind was blowing.
After sleeping for a night, Mo Wan's illness had basically recovered. Her resistance had always been very good.
When she opened the door, she saw Pei Yishuang sitting at the door of her room with the Tibetan Mastiff. He was not as tall as the Tibetan Mastiff and could not see Pei Yishuang from the side. It was very funny.
Seeing the door open, Pei Yishuang jumped into Mo Wan's arms happily and hugged her neck.
"Why didn't Little Five go to school?" She lightly tapped his nose.
"Today is Sunday. Sister will bring me and Little Nine to play together, okay?" His face was full of desire, and his eyes sparkled as he blinked.
"Then what does Wu Er want to play?"