Su Yahui glanced at Mo Yuhan and sighed in relief. She was assured that he was back to his normal self. Earlier, when he talked to her in a soft tone, she almost got a fright.
She indifferently looked at her son, "I don't think I owe you an explanation," she said.
Mo Zihan quickly shifted from his position and stood beside Mo Jia.
He did not want to stand between his elder brother and mother at a time like this.
What snow? What ice? Both are equally cold. He did not have a death wish to stand between them right now.
Mo Yuhan narrowed his eyes as he coldly glanced at his mother.
Su Yahui also did not back out as she glared at him. How dare this brat raise his voice at her? Who is he trying to scare?
There was an unbreakable tension in the air as the temperature kept on dropping until…
"Mom, we all were worried about you.." Tang Li said in a soft voice as she held Mo Yuhan's hand softly stroking his palm.
