"And you, come to the study with me." Mo Yi glared at Qiao Qing, his tone cold and displeased.
Mo Zheng, who laid in bed, opened his mouth but in the end, he said nothing. How did things turn out like this?
Mo Li tidied up her things quietly as if she was unfazed by the storm that swept through earlier. Mo Li carried her bag and prepared to leave. She didn't seem like she was planning to stay.
Seeing this, Mother Mo immediately pulled at her daughter, "Li Li, your room has been prepared and cleaned, you should move back home tonight!"
It had been almost a month since Mo Zheng moved back home. In other words, it had been almost a month since Mo Li moved away. Mother Mo missed her daughter deeply but to placate Mo Zheng, she never brought it up.
