"Feels pretty good, right?"
Qin Youxue rolled her eyes.
"Truly a desire to live and die, isn't it?"
Qin Youxue simply closed her eyes.
For someone as upright as her, she simply couldn't face this hooligan.
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In the end, Mo Jiashuo was summoned back by a call from Mo Dong.
Mo Dong had just been discharged from the hospital, his complexion and health were not very good, sitting on the sofa, he looked slightly fatigued.
Tang Yu held Tang Die's hand, standing by her side as a support, telling her not to worry.
Mo Jiashuo stood in front of Mo Dong, looking at his father's pale face, and for the first time felt a sense of guilt.
He seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
Toward the man in front of him, he had resentment and hatred, but could not deny that he had never wronged him.
Mo Dong wasn't a good husband, but he was indeed a good father, without question, without doubt.
"Dad."
Mo Jiashuo's voice was somewhat hoarse, "I'm back."
