On another side of the city, someone else wasn't feeling well. It was none other than Mo Zi Lin.
He parked his car in the driveway and stepped out, walking slowly toward the front door.
The mansion he lived in was spacious and grand, a relic of the Mo family's former glory. It had been provided by his father, Mo Ling.
But now that the Mo family had been completely destroyed, this house was probably the only thing left in their name.
Mo Zi Lin couldn't shake the gnawing worry that his father's legitimate family might soon come knocking, demanding to reclaim the property.
For some reason, the air inside felt suffocating.
His mind wouldn't stop replaying Xu Jingli's taunting words from earlier.
No matter how much he tried to distance himself from the past, it always found a way to catch up with him, clinging tightly like a shadow!
He quickly walked toward his bathroom and took a long, hot shower.
