Don't worry, we will

The tension in the room was palpable as Mo Zi Lin stood there, his jaw clenched and his fists trembling at his sides. His gaze shifted from Mo Ling to Shao Wang, then to the other members of the Mo family who had barged in like they owned the place.

"You gave me this house," Mo Zi Lin said, his voice low and steady, though the anger bubbling beneath was unmistakable. He fixed his father with a hard stare. "This house was supposed to be mine. You said it yourself."

Before Mo Ling could respond, Shao Wang sneered, stepping forward with her usual arrogance. "You're so naive," she spat. "And you believe this house actually belongs to you? Anything that bears the name of the Mo family must be shared by the Mo family."