"You are my latter half."
Mo Shu couldn't hold back her tears, and they fell again as she couldn't resist stepping forward and throwing herself into his arms.
Yu Siqiao held her, his heart feeling a warm glow.
How wonderful.
Mr. Mo glanced at him sideways and snorted lightly, "Smooth talker, sweet talker."
Mo Shu, deeply moved, burst into laughter when she heard Mr. Mo's obviously annoyed remark.
Holding Mo Shu in his arms, Yu Siqiao addressed Mr. Mo very seriously, "Grandpa, I am serious. I swear on my deceased grandmother's name that if I go back on my word even a little, I..."
"Enough," Mr. Mo waved his hand, "What nonsense. Don't make your grandma get up from down there and come find me to settle accounts, scaring me to death in the middle of the night."
"Pfft…" Mo Shu couldn't hold back and let out a laugh.
Yu Siqiao felt somewhat innocent and said, "Grandpa, I am being serious."
