Chapter 22: Morbid Beauty
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Lin's eyes darkened.
What was going on with this person? Why could he not even handle such a small matter?
"Ye Cheng, what happened to you? Don't you know what I mean?" Mo Lin questioned in a cold voice as he tapped lightly on the table.
He could not believe that Ye Cheng lost track of the children.
"President, I did my best. They made their escape and I didn't notice at all," Ye Cheng sighed, feeling extremely aggrieved.
He had indeed underestimated the two children. He did not slack off but they got away because Da Bao was exceptionally intelligent.
Mo Lin did not comment. He placed his palm on his forehead helplessly and gestured for Ye Cheng to leave first.
At that moment, Mo Lin's secretary walked in.
She looked at Mo Lin rather nervously and said, "President, bad news. Something has happened at your home."
Mo Lin's expression changed a little and he suddenly stood up straight. "What happened?"
"I'm not too sure about that either. I think it has something to do with your younger brother. Hurry and take a look." The secretary replied in a hurry.
He liked to cause trouble for others.
Mo Lin looked ahead coldly, his expression extremely impatient. Mo Ningchen had always been like this. He did not know when he would be better.
Perhaps, it had all been a pretense.
Thinking up to this point, Mo Lin's expression turned into one of disgust.
Following that, Mo Lin quickly reached home.
He saw the mess the moment he entered the house. What was this?
The house had completely changed. There was broken glass all around and there were random things strewn around. Mo Ningchen was too much.
"Mo Lin, you're finally back. I don't even know what to do. Your brother suddenly acted up. I'm really scared."
Mo Lin's stepmother, Yang Manjun, walked up to him and grabbed his sleeve with one hand as she sobbed.
Ever since he was young, Mo Ningchen had always acted like this. He thought that Yang Manjun was already used to it.
"I understand." Mo Lin nodded, his eyes flashing with displeasure.
If he did understand, he would have gone to talk to his younger brother.
Yang Manjun paused before she continued, "Then as his older brother, talk to him, please. He can't go on like this."
"Why?" Mo Lin sneered. Deep down, he had lost faith in Mo Ningchen.
He always liked to threaten others with suicide. Was there a point in doing that?
"Don't say anymore. It's not the first time that Mo Ningchen has done this. Do you think that there's a point in me talking to him? Why don't we just forget about it and let him fend for himself?"
Mo Lin's patience had run out. He was not a saint, and he did not have endless time. Mo Ningchen had been causing trouble for him, so he definitely would not want to let him be.
Yang Manjun was truly shocked by his words. No matter what, they were still a family. As his brother, how could Mo Lin be so heartless?
"What did you say?" Yang Manjun looked at him in disbelief, her face turning pale from anger.
At that moment, Mo Ningchen walked out of his room.
Mo Ningchen's skin was pale, and he had watery clear eyes. His body was thin as if a gust of wind could topple him any time. However, even so, he was handsome and there was a kind of morbid beauty about him.
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