Mo Weiyi doesn't like staying overnight at the old house. Ever since the incident with her mother a few years ago, she always felt that the old house was gloomy and creepy.
Especially at night, she didn't dare to wander around alone or sleep alone in a room.
"By the way, Grandpa." Mo Weiyi grabbed a pink rag doll and hugged it in her arms, "My aunt and her family have been at the old house for several days now. They didn't upset you, did they?"
"Do you think I am the kind of person who gets mad easily?"
Mo Weiyi pouted, "Then why do you always vent your anger on Xiaobai?"
The history of Mo Family's fortune wasn't honorable. When Old Master Mo was young, he did all sorts of smuggling and black market trading. He was known in the underworld as "Lord Yan of Mo", notorious for his volatile and irascible temper.
