Out of helplessness, Mo Qishen could only accept it.
Only then did Old Master Mo feel satisfied.
At this moment, Mo Baichuan walked in from outside and respectfully greeting, "Grandpa, Grandma, Sixth Uncle."
"Chuanchuan is back," Old Madam Mo greeted with a beaming smile, "Are you tired? Have you eaten yet?"
"I have eaten." Mo Baichuan answered, turning to head upstairs.
The incident with Li Xianxian seemed to have had little effect on Mo Baichuan. He went about his daily routine as usual -- work, eat, but compared to before, he was much more reticent.
He wore a stern face all day, as if someone owed him a huge sum of money.
Watching Mo Baichuan's figure disappear up to the third floor, Old Madam Mo heaved a sigh.
Old Master Mo also looked a little upset.
If it weren't for them, Mo Baichuan wouldn't have experienced all this.
They owed their eldest grandson an apology.