"You—brat! Is that how you speak to your father?" Mo's father was seething with anger.
"I'm merely stating a fact! I've said it before, my marriage is none of your concern. If I do find someone I like, I'll bring her home for you to meet," Mo Siluo seemed not to want to continue this topic, and simply stood up and left.
"You—"
But the old Mr. Mo pounded his cane and said gravely, "Enough! Can you force him to do anything useful? At least now I know he likes women, that's reassuring to me!"
"Grandpa, so you believe the rumors outside too?" Mo Si'ai burst out laughing ungracefully.
"Isn't it because I'm afraid he was traumatized by what happened in the past?" The old Mr. Mo sighed helplessly. He only had this one beloved grandson. Could he not be scared and anxious? He was terrified that any mishap could mean the end of the Mo lineage.
