Mo Hai got to his feet impatiently. He was having a splitting headache but still, he headed for Mo Zhi's apartment.
When he arrived at the door, he saw Mo Zhi hugging a pillow and sitting on the bed, mumbling inaudibly. He was staring blankly into the space ahead.
When Mo Hai saw this, he frowned tightly.
He looked at the butler and asked, "What's the matter?"
The butler sighed and replied, "Young Master Mo Zhi was already like this when I woke up this morning. And he's still like this now. And when I speak to him, he ignores me. I suspect that he's… gone mental."
As he said this, he pointed at his own head.
Mo Hai widened his eyes. His head felt like it was going to explode.
He tried his best to calm himself before he walked in.
