"Dad, do you also believe what that woman Cheng Jia said?"
Mo Zixuan snorted disdainfully. Mo Jingteng lying on the hospital bed simply couldn't do anything to him.
Mo Jingteng was choked by his words and just as he was about to speak, he heard him say, "Dad, don't forget, Mo Xiuchen is still brooding over what Cheng Jia said. If he finds out you now believe Cheng Jia, he will definitely think you are in cahoots with Cheng Jia to force Wen Ran. Right now, the power of the MS Group is in his hands. If he is unhappy, the empire you worked so hard to build could be destroyed overnight."
His speaking pace was not fast, and his tone was steady—no hint of mockery could be discerned. On the contrary, he seemed sincere, as if he were truly giving heartfelt advice.
Mo Jingteng was taken aback.
He remembered the clear and implied warnings from Mo Xiuchen, and a surge of frustration welled up in his heart, suddenly causing him to breathe rapidly.