Qiao's mother saw that he was silent and then said, "The incident of your third uncle killing his wife abroad, although the news was suppressed domestically, I know about it."
Mo Chen's jawline tensed, and he said in a deep voice, "What does that have to do with me?"
This was a family scandal; when he'd heard about the incident, his third uncle was already in prison.
"Young Master Mo, you have a violent temper that you can't even control; perhaps you might have a tendency towards domestic violence."
The man sneered coldly, "You're overthinking it, I won't."
If the person sitting across from him hadn't been Qiao Ruoxin's mother, with his usual temper, he'd have already kicked over the dining table and stood up to leave.
"The future is unpredictable," Qiao's mother said in a cold and indifferent tone.
Mo Chen picked up the goblet in front of him and downed the remaining red wine in one gulp.
