Wen Wan was startled by the sudden voice. When had this man come upstairs? She turned to face him, chuckled twice, and was about to head back to her room.
"What do you mean by that? Clarify your words for me," Mo Siluo demanded in a low voice, watching her retreating figure.
A spectator, eager for drama, immediately flashed a grinning smile at Mo Siluo: "Can't you hear? It's obviously because the uncle below is more handsome."
"You little brat! Who is your dad, huh!" Mo Siluo glared at his son, grinding his teeth.
"My dad is Gu Yang," Xiaoguai retorted defiantly, tilting his chin upward.
Walking ahead, Wen Wan suddenly stopped, turned back to Mo Siluo, and said, "All I can say is, if he had appeared before you back then, you wouldn't have had anything to do with what came after."
Mo Siluo, caught between a rock and a hard place, had his face cloud over instantly.
Xiaoguai made a face at Mo Siluo and then ran off, leaving Mo Siluo to take a deep breath, and then another.
