Right now, Mo Hai only felt like a great joke.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Zhi. At the same time, he wavered and was at a loss as to how he should manage this son of his.
Even though the boy was foolish and had even tried to kill him, weren't all parents in the world forever tolerant and forgiving towards their own children?
What Mo Zhi had done could easily be qualified as premeditated murder and, if he called the police, Mo Zhi would surely spend the rest of his life in jail.
Although he detested Mo Zhi, and although at this point he couldn't hate the boy more, Mo Hai still did not like going to the extreme.
The affection that had developed from watching the boy grow up wasn't something that he could just ignore.
Hence with a wave of his hand, Mo Hai said, "Take him away and lock him up in the servant's quarters. He is not to come out without my permission!"
"Yes, Sir."
