"Didn't your mother handle your father's mistresses using this same trick? Trust your mother, it will work this time." Wan Xiumei gently rubbed her daughter's cheek, her smile kind and loving.
Mo Shishi nodded, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "Then… then I'll say it just like that."
"You, don't say anything at all. Just cry. Leave the rest to your mother!" Wan Xiumei spoke, her lips curling upward, a glint of scheming flickering in her gaze.
Not long after, Old Mr. Mo entered, looking kindly at Mo Shishi. "Shishi, how are you feeling now? If you feel unwell, you must tell Grandpa. With Grandpa here, no one can bully you."
Mo Shishi bit her lip, lowered her gaze, and tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.
"Good child, don't cry first. When you cry, Grandpa's heart aches along with you." Old Mr. Mo had always doted on this generation of grandchildren. Mo Chengxuan was his golden treasure, and Mo Shishi was his silver treasure.