The car headed straight back to the Mo family's residence, where Mo Yichen asked a servant and learned that his father, Mo Yun, was in the study. Without even bothering to remove his coat, he turned and went to find him.
Knocking and entering upon response, Mo Yichen looked at his father, whose features showed a few signs of age, and suddenly felt an indescribable guilt in his heart.
Yet, the decisions he had made would not change.
"Dad, I have something to discuss with you," he said.
Speaking in a grave tone, Mo Yichen stepped forward and stood in front of the desk.
Engrossed in his writing, Mo Yun glanced up, then lowered his head again and continued to write fluidly, "If it's about breaking off the engagement with the Luo family, then I don't think there's anything to discuss. You may leave."
"Dad..."
Stubbornly calling out, Mo Yichen took several slightly creased sheets of paper from his suit pocket.
