She suddenly arched her red lips, smiling sweetly and harmlessly, "My dad will be here soon, and he'll be bringing servants to take care of you. Don't worry, he still cares about you. Even though we're divorced and you're no longer my husband, your status in the Mo family won't change. In other words, all the problems you've mentioned before will not happen. You will still be the president of the Mo Group, still be the son of the Mo family, and that is to say..."
Mo Weiyi's smile grew more unbridled, and he clearly spit out a few words, "My brother."
"Brother?" The man's voice was as low as it could get, full of obvious irony and even humiliation, "When you were eighteen and entered my bedroom, so eager for me to touch you, didn't you think of me as your brother then?"
Mo Weiyi's once pretty and flamboyant face abruptly stiffened from shock.
