Mo Mansion.
The house had finally regained its regular rhythm two weeks after Li Qin's passing.
Yuan Yuan and Ye Ye emerged from the car. They were two young children but they were old enough to understand that they had lost their mother and they also felt upset at her passing. However, they had quickly gotten over their sorrow.
Yuan Yuan ran into the house happily carrying his schoolbag.
"Yuan Yuan…" a familiar voice called out to him from the living room.
Yuan Yuan quickly put down his school bag and ran into the living room.
"Dad…" Yuan Yuan said sweetly and smiled adorably.
Mo Yixuan pulled Yuan Yuan into his arms.
His sorrow and anguish were still clearly written on his face, unlike his son. He had lost weight again and he looked very haggard.
Mo Yixuan rubbed Yuan Yuan's head and plastered a smile on his face.
