070 Still chaotic despite reasoning

Mo Zhixuan remained aloof and detached, sitting there with his legs crossed, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

A wisp of smoke rose, blurring his cold, stern features.

Proud, indifferent.

"Rest assured," Mo Zhixuan looked up at the Elder Mrs. Mo, "I won't be in any trouble, just relax and play cards with your friends, play chess, walk the dog, whatever you like, but you are absolutely not allowed to go to the Zheng family."

The Elder Mrs. Mo knew Mo Zhixuan's personality well.

Knowing that more words would be useless at this point, she changed the subject, pretending to speak offhandedly, "I visited the Zhao family a few days ago."

Mo Zhixuan's face still showed no expression, and upon hearing this, he just hummed indifferently.

As if no longer anything could disturb his emotions.

Those deep phoenix eyes didn't ripple by half a strand.

Like a mysterious, immeasurably deep ancient well, profound and chilling.