Time seemed to stand still.
In the vast mansion, at this moment, it felt as cold as an ice cellar.
Mo Zixuan's hands were trembling slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief, his handsome face pale as a sheet, devoid of color.
Even though Xiao Wenqing was ruthless and malicious, and had stolen someone else's husband, caused the death of someone else's mother, and even not spared the girl he loved.
However, all of this didn't compare to the shock he felt upon seeing those photos, which he couldn't comprehend.
She had stooped to any means to marry his father and had become the envied Mrs. Mo, basking in the undeserved glory. Why did she need to sleep with other men behind his father's back?
His father's health had always been good. Surely he would have been able to satisfy her?
"Mother, is this true? Who is this man?"
Mo Zixuan's voice was neither high nor low, but when it reached Xiao Wenqing's ears, it felt like a knife was piercing her heart.
