Mo Zi Lin's face turned pale, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. His mind raced as he processed Xu Jingli's words.
No one outside the Mo family knew about his true parentage. He had spent his entire life ensuring it stayed buried. His grip on his emotions tightened, but the rage in his eyes betrayed him.
"How—how do you know about that?" Mo Zi Lin stammered, his voice trembling with anger and fear.
Xu Jingli's lips curled into a smirk. "Don't look at me like that. You already know the kind of person I am. If I want to know something, I'll know it—by any means necessary."
"Shut up!" Mo Zi Lin snapped, his voice echoing down the hallway.
Xu Jingli remained unfazed, his cold gaze locked on Mo Zi Lin. "Mo Zi Lin, the son of Mo Ling and Hua Li. A maid, wasn't she?"
"I said shut up!" Mo Zi Lin hissed, his hands trembling at his sides.