In fact, he felt rather embarrassed and hung his head as he grunted, "Uh huh."
Her expression was complex as she looked at him.
This was the only reason why the mistress had a legitimate place in their lives.
That woman had given her husband a son—a son who was more talented than her own son.
She should hate this boy.
But ever since he had been a child, she had never managed to bring herself to hate him.
He was so small, so gentle.
He was like her own Mo Zhi when it came to his ability to melt her heart.
But as the boys grew up, this child had continued to excel, while Mo Zhi had started to go astray at some point.
She had the feeling that she had to be careful with the boy.
Eventually, she had a heart to heart talk with him.
After that, he had joined the entertainment industry, moved out of the Mo Family residence and kept a low profile in the years that followed.
