Shen Xinbi's eyes were moist. She reached out and held Mo Beiyan's hand, "Yaner, listen to me. Now Mo's belongs to you, and your father and that vile woman, I won't spare either of them. I will help you take it back..."
"What's the point of taking it back?" Mo Beiyan shook off her hand. "I've been managing Mo's for so long. When have you ever truly let go? You say I'm in charge, but the real power is still in your hands."
Shen Xinbi suppressed her emotions. She didn't want to argue with him, as he was her biological son, blood is thicker than water. Otherwise, she wouldn't have staged that fake death with him years ago. She spoke earnestly, "Yaner, I'm afraid you can't manage it alone. I'm doing this to help you..."
