She gave Mo Zhi a look of disappointment, turned around and strode out of the ward.
When she walked out, Mo Hai turned back to glance at Mo Zhi and made a gesture of stabbing at the air, looking every bit resentful at the boy's failure. Then he shook his head and ran out after his wife. "Li Shu, Li Shu, don't be angry. The boy's still young and we can talk things over with him. Don't be angry."
Mo Hai's desperate attempts to placate his wife could be heard from Mo Zhi's ward, so the boy's expression immediately changed.
After being beaten up, not only did his mother not help him seek justice, but instead she slapped him. And the father he had thought doted on him since he was a child did not stand by him to comfort him, but instead had gone chasing after the woman.
These were his parents.
No, that wasn't his mother.
His gaze fell on the only woman left in the room.
