บท 327: A deal from his father

In the room, the family of three was stopped dead in tracks.

After a moment, Mo Boyuan had broken the silence, "Mo Zhining, what did you just do?" He was picking up his slipped towel on the floor. He tied the towel back to his waist, and his tone was sinister as he uttered the words.

Mo Zhining got so afraid that his little body was trembling. "No, daddy. It was an accident!" He didn't know what he was doing. He had accidentally yanked his towel, and it just fell off.

Well, he was lucky that he was Mo Boyuan's son. He might've been thrown out of the room otherwise.

Jiang Tingxu's cheeks were blushing. Everything happened so fast. Though she'd tried hard to look away, she still managed to catch a glimpse. It was such a raunchy view, and she could feel her head throbbing from her sudden increase in her blood pressure.