A single sentence from a servant left Mo Jiashuo uneasy all day.
He was already suffering from a fever and had no appetite, with a flush appearing on his face once more.
"Xiaoshuo, take a fever-reducing pill."
Tang Yu saw that he was burning up and couldn't help but come over to hand him a pill.
Seeing Tang Yu, Mo Jiashuo frowned. After so many years, he still couldn't feel indifferent towards this woman.
Perhaps he now understood that Tang Yu was completely innocent in the issues between him and his father. Even twenty years ago, she was unwilling, and over the years, she went from resisting to resigning herself, obediently staying with the Mo Family.
He directed his resentment towards this woman, convincing himself that everything was her fault, just to make his heartache less and not hate Mo Dong so much.
"Where did Tang Die go?"
Mo Jiashuo's heart stirred slightly as he took the fever-reducing pill and asked calmly.
