"Sit down!"
Mo Xiuchen looked at him sharply and spoke coolly.
"Master Mo, I'd rather stand."
Although Little Liu was somewhat slow, he'd been by Mo Xiuchen's side for years and had learned to read his moods. The powerful aura that Mo Xiuchen constantly exuded made the guilt-ridden Little Liu fearful.
Mo Xiuchen furrowed his brows slightly, his voice resounding solemnly, "Are you blaming me for asking you to get close to Cheng Jia back then? And now that she's pregnant, are you blaming me for wanting her to abort the child?"
Upon hearing these words, Little Liu's face drastically changed. Without hesitation, he shook his head vigorously, "Master Mo, no, I wouldn't dare to blame you, I'm not blaming you."
"Then sit down and tell me everything that happened."
Upon hearing Mo Xiuchen's stern voice, Little Liu's legs went weak and he sat down on the sofa across from him.
"Tell me, why did you keep Cheng Jia's pregnancy a secret? Did you think you could handle it on your own?"
