"Mo Xiuchen!"
Mo Jingteng looked at Mo Xiuchen in disbelief.
Since last night, when Mo Xiuchen told him that he had met Wen Ran and even said he quite liked her, Mo Jingteng wanted to ask him why he felt positively about a woman who had betrayed him.
Mo Xiuchen's eyebrows were cold, and with an indifferent expression, he looked at Mo Jingteng and coldly said, "Dad, I know what you're trying to say. Ranran could not possibly betray me. I believe in her. If what you're referring to came from Cheng Jia, then don't trust others so easily in the future."
He didn't say the latter half.
But Mo Jingteng's face grew uglier than before, the words he wanted to express forcibly pushed back by the implicit warning in Mo Xiuchen's statement.
Too 'agitated,' his breathing became a bit unstable. Seeing that he was having difficulty breathing, Mo Xiuchen slightly softened his tone, "Dad, don't get agitated. If Cheng Jia is trying to drive a wedge between us, I won't let her get away with it."