This was the first time the children had been on a train. They were all very excited aside from Mo Chengrui, who appeared to be very quiet.
He had only just known his grandfather came from such a powerful family.
If he could pity the family back then, his father might not have passed away.
He did not ask his father to bring all of them to the capital or acknowledge their presence. He just needed his pity. His father and uncle were his sons. Did he ever think of how Grandma should live with two children?
Everyone suffered from starvation often in the past. The situation would have been different had he cared enough to send over some food.
But there was nothing. It was as though he never had a grandfather.
Now they had the chance to return to the Mo family and be acknowledged as part of the family due to his young uncle and great-grandfather.
Mo Chengrui pursed his lips; he loathed his grandfather.