Mo Siluo unconsciously furrowed his brows upon hearing the words, staring at the ground deep in thought.
"But it's good if she's dead, saves her from being a nuisance while alive." Remembering Wen Wan, Mo Si'ai had a look of gritted teeth.
Tong Ya extended her index finger and nudged her friend's waist, signaling her to stop talking.
"What are you doing?" Mo Si'ai turned to look at Tong Ya.
Tong Ya just sighed.
Mo Siluo's hand swiftly grabbed his phone, but he merely unlocked the screen and then put it back on the table, his eyebrows locked tightly, as if struggling with something.
"Brother, you did good this time. I was just scared you wouldn't be harsh enough with her, but seeing that look on her face, I'm relieved," Mo Si'ai continued speaking to Mo Siluo.
Mo Siluo was growing impatient, frowning at his little sister, he said coldly, "Why aren't you home taking good care of the kids, instead of running around all day long?"
