"Dad!" Cheng Qingyan looked at her father. She really wanted to vent, really wanted to complain, but she didn't even know where to begin.
Mo Sichen came upstairs, glanced at the tearful Cheng Qingyan, and asked with concern, "What's wrong again?"
The uncle looked at Mo Sichen and said with some heartfelt sincerity, "Sichen, when I married Qingyan to you, it was because I hoped you would treat her well. Don't always bully her. She's so much younger than you; you should indulge her a little, okay?"
The uncle still deeply cared for his daughter.
He always felt that Cheng Qingyan targeting Xia Yunsheng was all because of Mo Sichen.
Mo Sichen said, "I know, I will."
He acted very obedient. Seeing his good attitude, the uncle didn't say anything further.
As soon as the uncle left, Mo Sichen shut the door and fixed his gaze on Cheng Qingyan. He let out a cold laugh, "Looks like you're eager for everyone to know, aren't you?"
