Mo Shu's face suddenly collapsed.
Mr. Mo burst out in anger, "Shut up!"
Yu Siqiao's gaze was piercing, as cold as tempered ice, steadily affixed to him, nearly swallowing one alive with its temperature.
Mo Jiantao shivered.
Seeing the reactions of those around him, he finally realized he might have said the wrong thing.
Qin Yuan was so scared that her face turned pale, and she ran up to Mo Jiantao, saying, "What are you talking about?"
Mr. Mo, clutching his walking stick, veins bulging on his withered hands, bellowed, "Quickly apologize to Shushu!"
Yu Siqiao also looked displeased, giving Mo Jiantao a cold gaze, implying that if he didn't apologize, he'd break his other leg too.
Under the heavy scrutiny of those around him and immense pressure, Mo Jiantao stiffly blurted out a dry, "Sorry, Dad misspoke just now."
Mr. Mo's expression softened slightly.
Mo Shu let out a cold laugh.
But Yu Siqiao was not satisfied, asking, "That's it?"
