The loud noise woke Mo Hai.
He groggily opened his eyes and felt something wet on his face. He reached up and touched it.
He brought his hand to his eyes.
Ah—
A scream echoed.
Frightened, he rolled off the bed and onto the floor, his face filled with panic.
"This, this... what is this?! Am I dead... am I dead?! My blood... my blood... am I actually killed by Lin Fan?! This... this..."
He frantically touched his face, his hands covered in fresh blood.
"Father."
Mo Yunsheng's voice was cold, like the wind in the dead of night.
Mo Hai felt a chill and shivered, turning to look at Mo Yunsheng.
He froze for two seconds.
His rear felt like it had rockets, and he jumped three feet off the ground!
He appeared in front of Mo Yunsheng in an instant, grabbing his shoulders, eyes filled with tears.
"My son... son... I'm sorry... I never thought... I never thought I was dead... But fortunately, we father and son can reunite in heaven."
Mo Hai cried, hugging Mo Yunsheng tightly.
