As soon as she was about to run, Mo Ang leapt forward with an extended arm, pulling her back into his embrace.
This time, he held her tightly, refusing to let go no matter how hard she pushed.
"You... you, let go of me quickly. I still need to go home and take care of the kids; their homework isn't done, the little one hasn't been fed yet."
Right then, a shadow passed by the doorway, causing Mo Ang's eyes to freeze immediately.
Mo Ang's attitude suddenly shifted, cold-heartedly saying, "It doesn't matter anyway, they're not my kids!"
An Ning wanted to smack his head; how could he say such things?
If she wasn't concerned about spies here, she would definitely berate him, the biological father. "Yes, I know you're not his biological father, but can't you have some compassion?"
"Compassion? No, I've never had compassion. I only have a heart for women. Of course, I might be a good dad, but definitely not to someone else's kids!" Mo Ang spoke with utmost seriousness.
