Mo Yining slumped for a long while before abruptly raising his head and realizing that Mo Nanze was still here.
"You're here to enjoy the show, aren't you!" Mo Yining said indignantly.
In Mo Nanze's eyes, a distant coldness shimmered as he laughed lightly and said, "Third brother, I just think it's such a pity for you."
Mo Yining bit down hard on his teeth, staring daggers at Mo Nanze.
He didn't believe Mo Nanze had good intentions.
Mo Nanze's voice was deep and unhurried as he began, "Your generation has been utterly suppressed by your eldest and second brothers. The next generation, Mo Qianyan is just so..."
Mo Nanze didn't spell it out, but Mo Yining understood clearly.
Mo Qianyan was the youngest child of the Mo Family's generation, spoiled from a young age, which gradually led to what he was now.
"Sigh!" Mo Yining shook his head with a sigh, full of regret.