Lu Yinfeng laughed out loud, her voice laced with sarcasm as she said, "Mo Sinian, do you believe in these things too?"
Mo Sinian's gaze shifted evasively before he finally turned away and looked up at the night sky, "You know, it's just for psychological comfort. Just like when Little Dewdrop went missing, you would go to the temple to pray."
Lu Yinfeng's gaze darkened.
She stared at Mo Sinian's back and, for a moment, envisioned Mo Qianyan's figure.
Back then, when Mo Qianyan was of a similar age, he was spirited and wilful.
But the hurt he inflicted on her began at that very time.
Lu Yinfeng had already been through it once; she wouldn't allow her daughter to suffer the same injuries again.
Lu Yinfeng lowered her head, managing a faint smile.
Then, she lifted her head and said firmly, word by word, "Mo Sinian, don't set your sights on Xiao Zhi! If I find out you intend to harm her, I will fight you with my life."