She is indeed very good.

Zixuan had left less than ten minutes ago when Mo Jingteng knocked on Mo Xiuchen's door.

Mo Xiuchen opened the door and said indifferently, "Dad, it's so late, why aren't you asleep?"

"Hmm, I need to talk to you." Mo Jingteng frowned slightly, his aged face serious and his eyes

keenly fixed on Mo Xiuchen, who stood inside the door, looking cool and distant.

Mo Xiuchen's gaze dropped slightly, and he stepped aside to let Mo Jingteng in.

"Dad, what is it?" The two sat down on the sofa, Mo Jingteng taking the spot Zixuan had just occupied, while Mo Xiuchen remained indifferent, asking in a calm tone.

He had lost his memory, and although he no longer harbored the same resentment towards Mo Jingteng, he was still cold and distant towards him.

Mo Jingteng sighed softly and asked gently, "Xiuchen, you have been back for a while. Is everything okay in D Country?"