"You still know I'm your mother?" Mo Yu said with a cold face, clearly displeased.
"Such a big thing as your father fainting, and you dare to hide it from us."
Mo Chen was at a loss for words, "I..."
"It was I who told him not to say anything," Mo Yuan walked in, speaking indifferently.
Mo Yu looked at him incredulously, "Mo Yuan, what do you mean by that?"
In contrast to her anger, Mo Yuan was calm, "It's a minor issue, not worth making a fuss over."
"Fine, then Mo Chen, why did you inform Ye Jiuliang about our family matters, why notify an outsider about our issues?" Mo Yu challenged, dissatisfied.
Mo Chen touched his nose and said quietly, "Dad didn't let me tell you, and I couldn't find anyone to help, so I got anxious and thought of Sister Ajiu."
Hearing this, Mo Yu became even more irritated.
When he got anxious, he knew to call Ye Jiuliang but forgot about his own family members.
What kind of son had she raised? One that was truly born to infuriate her.
