The Mo family dinner was interrupted by the inexplicable drama staged by Mo Chengju and Mo ZiYun. Although many people couldn't understand it, they knew there must be something going on, and it wasn't small. Otherwise, why would Mo ZiYun, disregarding his image, obediently follow instructions and eat himself into rolling eyes in public?
When Mo Chengju finished speaking and returned to his seat, everyone exchanged confused glances, looking at Mo Chengju and Mo ZiYun, trying to figure something out.
"Son, are you okay? Why don't you go and throw up!" Mo ZiYun's mother looked at her son's flushed face, feeling deeply concerned.
Mo Chengyuan quickly nodded in agreement; as a father, he shared the same sentiment.
Mo ZiYun couldn't help but glance in Mo Chengju's direction and shook his head tightly.
Throw up?
Didn't you hear what Mo Chengju just said? He asked him to rest here!
If he goes to throw up, he can't cover this matter up, and all this suffering would be for nothing.
