At that moment, the Mo family steward bent his way back, "Master, Mo Lingling has been brought back."
"Bring her in," Old Master Mo's voice turned cold.
The steward looked towards the door and called out loudly, "Bring the person in."
"Let go of me, what are you grabbing me for?"
"I don't know you, why are you grabbing me, let go of me..."
The screaming changed in tone, grating and noisy.
The next moment, Mo Lingling was shoved inside.
She lost her balance and fell forward with a thud, sprawled on the floor.
"Hiss—"
Mo Lingling rubbed her waist, looked up, and met the old man's sharp eyes; she was startled.
Upon closer inspection, her face showed shock.
"You, you..."
How could there be someone who looks so similar?
This face bore a six to seven parts resemblance to her grandfather.
Who on earth was he?
Mo Lingling's entire thoughts were written across her face, and Old Master Mo snorted disdainfully.
