Madam Mo shook her head, a confident smile tugging at her lips. "Xinyue, don't worry about these things. When you care for someone, you have to be bold, even shameless if necessary. And besides…" Her eyes narrowed slightly, "If you're not here, those greedy women will try to swoop in."
"Do you want them to steal my son and trap him?"
Jiang Xinyue bit her lips and shook her head.
"That's right. We absolutely cannot allow that. So, you have to be more proactive and win my son's heart."
Jiang Xinyue nodded firmly, determination shining in her eyes. "I understand, Auntie. I will do as you say."
Madam Mo beamed at her, satisfied. "Good. That's exactly the spirit I want to see."
Inside the room, Mo Yuzhen stared at the closed door for a long moment, his expression unreadable—somewhere between irritation and faint bewilderment. The silence around him felt strangely heavy.
Wen Hao shifted beside him, hesitant. "Boss… Madam Mo left in a bit of a temper…"
