It just so happened that Mo Siqing hadn't seen her family for several months as well and was missing them terribly, so the two of them got in the car and sped straight towards the Imperial Capital.
On the highway, Mo Xing called, his voice high-pitched and loud, bellowing, "Good for you, Ye Ling! You didn't even say anything about coming home, huh? You took Si Qing back, you want the old man to break my legs with his walking stick, don't you?"
"You've got bad intentions, dammit, acting all filial, while I'm just the ungrateful wretch, right?"
After finishing his rant, Mo Xing hung up with a yell, leaving Ye Ling who was driving dumbfounded, he turned his head to Mo Siqing, "Babe, is your cousin off his meds or what?"
"Who knows? If I'm not mistaken, I bet he's already on his way here with his wife," she guessed.
Mo Siqing curled her lip, knowing Mo Xing's nature, it was very likely he was already en route.