Grandpa Mo awkwardly glanced at the ceiling of the room. He did not have anything to do with all this fiasco at all. He was just a bystander. Yes, that's it!
Mo Yuhan's gaze hovered on the old man for a few seconds before he looked at the old lady leaning her head against the headrest.
Grandma Mo frowned as she looked at him, "What? You said Mo Jia shouldn't meet anyone? You want to change my decisions?"
Mo Yuhan nonchalantly walked towards the sofa as he sat beside Mo Jia. "I said she is not supposed to meet anyone she doesn't want to. Is that clear?" His voice calm and composed like he was unfazed by anything.
Grandma Mo scoffed, "And I said she will…"
Mo Yuhan narrowed his eyes, a cold light shining in those depths of blue.
