"Mom, I don't want to consider personal problems right now, please don't add to the chaos." Although Mo Beichen didn't get what he wanted from Gu Qian, he wouldn't seek solace elsewhere because of it.
Besides, Shen Jue wears a mask, who knows what kind of malice she hides in her bones, and he's not desperate enough to marry the sister of his rival.
He hasn't exactly lost his mind.
Madam Mo was taken aback, then seized the opportunity to press further, "How can that be? You're no longer young, and you still don't have a legitimate heir. Just yesterday, your grandfather was asking me, saying that no matter how reckless you are, an heir needs to be born soon."
"Grandfather speaks lightly, how am I supposed to give birth by myself?" Mo Beichen was almost driven mad.
