Li Beijue nodded silently and responded in a low voice, "You don't need to tell me, I had planned on doing exactly that."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Li sighed again and didn't say much more.
After exchanging a few more words, Old Master Li reminded Li Beijue once again before getting up to leave.
But Li Beijue, uncharacteristically, seemed preoccupied with heavy thoughts.
Jiang Baobao, that woman, had hidden Mobai for so long; she certainly wouldn't let go easily.
But he was Li Beijue, and as long as he wished, the custody of Mobai was bound to return to the Li Family!
As Li Beijue thought to himself, a glint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes, and he turned and went upstairs.
...
Late at night—
The cool moonlight shone through the light-colored window curtains onto the bed.
The bedroom was silent, but the person in the bed seemed restless.
Li Beijue furrowed his brows, his forehead dotted with a thin layer of sweat as if he were dreaming about something.