"Yes, yes, it was my fault, I shouldn't have spoken about sister like that."
"Hmm."
Mo Hengjian admitted his mistake, and Old Master Mo's expression softened. He picked up his smoking pipe again, and the huffing and puffing of the pipe could be heard in the room.
Mo Hengjian sneaked a few glances at the old master. Seeing him absorbed in smoking, he said, "Grandfather."
"Hmm, is there anything else?"
"Mom said you want to take a concubine, is that true?"
"Yes, are you, like everyone else, here to oppose grandfather taking a concubine?"
Old Master Mo had only Old Lady Mo as a woman his whole life. When he was young, it didn't seem like a big deal, but as he grew older, he felt more and more like he had missed out. Everyone else had three or four wives, but he only had this one tigress, Old Lady Mo.
