Xia Lingxue glanced at Mo Ziyang's cold face. Ultimately, under the indication of her son's eyes, she got up, came to Mo Ziyang, and saluted, saying, "Brother Zi Yang, I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now, and that's why I..."
"Enough, get up! In the future, use your brain more when you encounter things..." Mo Ziyang said coldly.
"Mother, come sit over here!" Mo Yin immediately helped Xia Lingxue to sit beside him, then looked at Mo Ziyang and asked, "Father, I just talked to Mother and feel that it's obvious someone is targeting you. Can't Father think of who it might be? Or what their purpose is?"
"Brother Zi Yang, could it be Mo Jiuli?" Ever since Mo Yin finished speaking, while changing clothes, Xia Lingxue had been thinking about who it could be and why. The first person she thought of was Mo Jiuli.
