The knocking on the door stopped.
The brief silence was shattered by another round of intense banging.
Madam Mo's voice was both angry and panicked, tinged with a hint of crying, "Suizhi, stop messing around and throw her out now! That vixen, you can't outplay her!"
"Mom!"
Mo Suizhi was truly annoyed, he urgently said, "How can you insult her like that when she has called you 'mom' since she was young?!"
"The thing I regret most in my life is that I chose her from the orphanage!"
"Stop talking!"
Mo Suizhi turned to look at Chu Yao, who was also looking at him, but he dared not meet her eyes.
It was all because he had been weak since childhood. Afraid that he wouldn't live long, his parents, after hearing a freeloading Taoist priest, took his horoscope. The next day, the priest visited again, saying his fate was that of a rare child spirit and all he needed was to find someone with a matching fate to neutralize it.
