"Really?" Mo Beiyan raised his head, his gaze mocking, "Then do you miss Mo Nanjue?"
Shen Xinbi's hand paused. She released Mo Beiyan's hand, picked up the tea beside her, and took a sip, "You are mom's biological son."
"You've raised him for so many years, don't you have any feelings for him?"
"Can emotions be deeper than blood ties?" Shen Xinbi put down the teacup. She lifted her head, the pearl-adorned hair accessory was exceptionally dazzling, "Yaner, mom has said, everything will be compensated for you, now mom is wholeheartedly focused on you..."
"For me, then let me make Mo's independent," Mo Beiyan nudged the teacup beside him as he stood up, "I can support Mo's on my own."
