Everyone was startled, giving Mo Dashan strange looks. If Mo Dashan had tried to make an excuse, they certainly wouldn't have believed him, but since he had revealed the purpose of his late-night visit, they really couldn't suspect him anymore.
Mo Qingze walked over, patted his shoulder with a smile, and said, "I owe you thanks for tonight. If it hadn't been for you discovering the fire and calling for help in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Instead of succeeding in his plan to harm others, Mo Dashan was receiving their gratitude; he found himself at a loss for words, not quite able to identify the feeling in his heart. Glancing at the sincere face of Mo Qingze, his own face felt as if it were on fire. He pushed Mo Qingze away and turned to leave.
Mo Qingze just smiled, unperturbed, but his mood sunk again upon thinking that the arsonist had not been found.
