"Enough," Mo Yu snapped coldly.
"I don't want to hear you mention her again. Don't even think about any university in China, because I won't agree to it."
It was still that assertive tone.
Discontent flashed through Mo Chen's eyes as he stood up abruptly, "I've grown up, I can make my own decisions about my life. If you don't agree, I'll go talk to Dad."
"You are not allowed to go," Mo Yu's face changed dramatically, her gaze sharpening with ice, "Especially, you are not allowed to mention that dead girl in front of your dad."
"Why not?" Mo Chen asked, "She is also..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Mo Yu interrupted him sternly, "She is not."
She took a step forward and grabbed his arm, "Mo Chen, there are some things I will only warn you about once. You must never mention anything about that dead girl in front of your dad, absolutely not."
Mo Chen lowered his head to meet the hatred congealed in her eyes and his breathing hitched.
