"Oh?" Mo Tieyi glanced at Huanhuan again with a scrutinizing gaze. This time, it was as if he was looking at the radish and cabbage in the market, the kind that were on sale.
Huanhuan felt uncomfortable all over and greeted him awkwardly, "Hello, old gentleman, my name is..."
"Mojia, come to my study."
Before Huanhuan could finish speaking, he raised his hand and the servant pushed the wheelchair out of the living room.
Huanhuan curled her lips and cursed in her heart, what an unpleasant old man!
But, fortunately, she only stayed here temporarily for a few days, and it was enough to think of a remedy. As for other people, they love so-and-so!
"Arrange a room for her." Mo Jia simply explained, turned around and left.
"Hey, is your name Mo Jia?" Huanhuan called him, and Mo Jia looked back. She immediately smiled very endearingly and introduced herself, "My name is Huanhuan."
Mojia didn't say a word and went straight to his grandfather's study.
In the study, Mo Tieyi said straight to the point, "That girl from the Su family is about to turn 18. I will send someone to pick her up in the next few days and arrange your engagement first."
Mo Jia sat opposite him, with his eyes lowered and a few strands of hair brushing across his forehead, adding a touch of sun-like beauty to his cold and handsome appearance.
"I don't need her."
Mo Tieyi's face darkened, "Without her, you will die."
Mo Jia slowly raised his head, his eyes showing one part aloofness and one part coldness, "Just go to bed with her?"
Such straightforward, unmodified language did not seem vulgar at all just because it came from his mouth.
Mo Tieyi's cane hit the floor heavily, making a majestic "dong dong" sound, "Are you doing this for yourself? Don't forget, the fate of our entire family is tied to you!"
"With or without me, the Mo family would not have collapsed." Mo Jia stood up and walked out.
"Mojia!" Mo Tieyi said angrily, "I don't care if you brought this woman back today to protest or demonstrate. In short, when that girl from the Su family arrives, you have to send her away immediately!"
Mojia tightened her fists, pushed the door open and left.
Mo Tieyi stroked his chest, his face suddenly turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He opened the drawer with trembling hands, took out the pills, and stuffed them directly into his mouth. After a while, he felt relieved.
He sighed, leaned back on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes. He didn't know what his grandson was thinking, but what could he do?
Mo family, when can we break free from that shackles!