Casting his gaze down, Mo Xicheng said with indifference, "I'm an adult."
"Even if you're an adult, you're my son! Do you want to be the death of me? Huh?"
The man sighed and said, "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you come home right away, I'm telling you. I feel pain in my chest and it hurts badly. I don't know if I'm getting a heart attack again. Mo Xicheng, you come home."
He hung his head helplessly and replied, "Fine, I'll come home now."
He drove home and when he arrived, Yao Lili was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing a weary expression on her face. There was no warmth in this house, it was simply cold and impersonal.
Indeed, she didn't look well. Mo Xicheng frowned as he looked for the emergency pills. He found them, got a glass of water and held these out to her.