Shen Liangchuan was given directions to a secluded villa district.
They arrived at a particular villa.
Mo Xicheng nodded with gratitude and said, "You go ahead."
A frown appeared on Shen Liangchuan's forehead, and he glanced at this ordinary house which could only at the very best be called a villa. "If I had known you were coming to such a place, I wouldn't have given you a lift."
A gloomy expression flashed across Mo Xicheng's eyes. Without a word, he pushed open the passenger seat door.
As he got out of the car, someone grabbed his shoulder and following this…
Piak!
A slap on his face.
"You unfilial son! You'll be the death of me!"
A middle-aged woman's voice rang loud and resonant.
Shen Liangchuan had just been in the midst of getting ready to drive off, but when he heard the voice, he froze and turned his head.
Mo Xicheng didn't look too surprised, he stood there in silence.
