Mo Sinian's ears were very red, yet his lips were faintly pale, creating a somewhat discordant appearance.
Under Mo Nanze's piercing gaze, he ultimately admitted defeat.
"Little Uncle, pretend I was never here," Mo Sinian tossed these words out and then strode away.
He clenched his fists, filled with resentment.
Mo Qianyan, this biological father who neglected him, had ruined his life time and again!
He hated that man!
Mo Nanze watched Mo Sinian's retreating figure, his emotions somewhat complex.
After all, having raised him for so many years, it was false to say there were no feelings.
But due to the relationship between Mo Qianyan and Bai Zhilan, it was impossible not to be wary of him.
Mo Nanze didn't want another Mo Qianyan to emerge.
Although he was not difficult to deal with, he was like a plaster that was hard to shake off.
Mo Nanze looked up, an image of Mo Sinian as a child appeared in his mind, tremblingly calling him Little Uncle...