Grandpa Mo was startled. "What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly!"
Mo Shu saw that he seemed genuinely unaware and said with a half-smile, "Last night, late at night, they had a fight. Aunt Qin tried to smother Mo Jiantao with a pillow. You didn't know anything about this?"
Grandpa Mo's eyes widened. "How is that possible?"
"Possible or not, why don't you ask Mo Jiantao yourself?" Mo Shu huffed, "Originally, my suggestion was to hand Qin Yuan over to the police and charge her with attempted murder, after all, if I hadn't woken up in the middle of the night and called, your son would have been gone."
Grandpa Mo was shaken to the core and said, "Housekeeper Yang, go call that reprobate out here!"
Housekeeper Yang quickly followed the order.
Mo Jiantao, although weak, was no longer in pain from his injuries. He walked out slowly but looked spirited at least.
Upon exiting, Mo Jiantao saw Mo Shu.
