"I really am getting old, and I don't have your kind of courage anymore." Mo Dong's smile carried a hint of self-deprecation. When he heard the news, he couldn't make such a decisive decision like Mo Jiashuo.
He was still afraid, afraid that once the still-living Mo Hexuan was sent to the research institute, he would die just like that.
If it were like that, it might be better to keep him alive with machines.
At least, he would still be by his side.
"Who is the head of that research institute?" Mo Jiashuo said, "I'll contact her right now!"
Mo Dong stubbed out his cigarette, pulled a piece of paper with a phone number written on it from his pocket, and handed it to Mo Jiashuo: "You can just call this number."
Mo Jiashuo took the note, nodded at Mo Dong, then turned and left.
Mo Dong watched Mo Jiashuo's retreating back and sighed lightly.
If it weren't for reaching this point, he really didn't want to make this decision.
