"Yu Hao! How much longer are you going to keep that sour face? Come over, join me in some fun," Mo Liancheng commanded.
"..." The person drinking sullenly by the window was none other than Yu Hao. He seemed to have grown accustomed to the Master's temperament, which could turn from beaming smiles to volcanic eruptions in a heartbeat, more unpredictable than the weather. Without lifting his head, he replied, "Master, if you want to cry, it's better to let it out."
"Bang!" Another sound of breaking crockery followed.
Mo Jingxuan's handsome face was as cold as ice, "Why should I cry when I am perfectly fine?"
However, he started smashing things around him, showing a possible loss of control. The elegantly arranged chamber was barely recognizable after his rampage.
Yu Hao neither responded nor stopped him.
Today was the day the Master and the Princess Consort had gone missing.
Perhaps it was better to let him vent, as holding it back for so long could also be a torment...
