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"Get up, you pig." Su Xiaowan pulled down her blanket and walked in front of Mo Zherann. Last night, Mo Zherann looked at the documents and saw that it was midnight.

"If you want to die, just say it." Because Mo Zherann hadn't woken up yet, he was in a bad mood.

"How can you be like this? Have you forgotten what we promised our aunt yesterday?" Looking at Mo Zherann's expression, he couldn't help but be angry.

"You're shouting at me. I'll strip you now. " Mo Zherann's words made Su Xiaowan instantly shut her mouth.

He turned around and left.

Mo Zherann watched her leave, thinking that she would continue sleeping soundly. However, just as he closed his eyes, Su Xiaowan walked in again.

She had a pen and paper in her hand.

"Since you won't let me speak. I'll show it to you. " She took the paper and placed it in front of him. This action caused Mo Zherann to not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Are you trying to die?" Mo Zherann's face didn't have any expression. He didn't even want to speak, so this woman's head must be covered in paste.

"I didn't." Su Xiaowan wrote some words with her pen. Mo Zherann knew that he was no longer able to sleep and suddenly sat up.

"Pack up and go to the gallery." Mo Zherann's face was ashen. He was a person who was angry from getting up from the bed, if the person who called him out today was not Su Xiaowan, then this person would probably be out of luck!

Seeing Mo Zherann's expression, Su Xiaowan nodded her head in satisfaction.

"I knew that you wouldn't be angry. Hurry up. Nanny Wu has already made breakfast. After we've finished eating, let's hurry over." With that, Su Xiaowan walked down.

Mo Zherann had no place to vent his anger so he might as well get up.

"Nanny Wu, what time did she get up?" Mo Zherann asked as he ate his breakfast.

"Miss, you will be up by five." The Nanny Wu replied to Mo Zherann. Then, she smiled gently. Looking at Mo Zherann who was about the same age as his own child, Nanny Wu liked him a lot.

"Alright, I understand." With that said, Mo Zherann lowered his head and read the newspaper as he ate his breakfast.

"Have you finished eating?" Su Xiaowan had already packed everything up and walked to the dining table.

"Yes." Mo Zherann picked up the cloth on the table and wiped the corner of his mouth. Then, he took Su Xiaowan and drove towards the Gallery.

A few of them quickly headed towards the hospital where Zhao Nansheng was.

Coincidentally, when the few of them had just reached the hospital ward, they saw Old Master Mo being pushed out by the butler. He had aged a lot in this period of time.

As Mo Lee looked at the old man, a hundred emotions surged in his heart. Even Qingcheng had noticed the sudden change in his expression.

He reached out his hand and patted Mo Lee's hand.

"Be good and go say hello." Qingcheng's gentle words caused Mo Lee and Mo Zherann to not say anything. Instead, it was Su Xiaowan who walked in front of the old man.

"Grandfather, how is your body? Zherann and I have been busy recently, sorry." The old man nodded at Su Xiaowan's likeable look.

"Mo Lee." The old man was the first to speak. The old man's hand was currently somewhat useless, and it was also trembling slightly.

"Your hand?" In Mo Lee's heart, his own father had always been a strict man who yelled at him everyday. Although he was quite old, he was in good spirits.

He had never thought that it would be such a scene today. He could not help but sigh.

"It's because of this illness." Before the butler finished speaking, Old Master Mo immediately interrupted him.

"I'm fine. I might be a bit tired today." The old man's concealment made Su Xiaowan's heart suddenly ache a little.

No matter how powerful a man is, when facing his own children, he wants to show them his best side. Even the Old Master Mo was no exception.

"I still have things to do." As she spoke, she was about to push Mo Qingcheng away, but Mo Qingcheng stopped her.

"Qingcheng, Doctor Zhao is still waiting for us." Mo Lee's words caused Qingcheng to shake her head.

"After all these years, we have been running away. Are we going to take this regret to another world? Uncle Mo, long time no see. " With a smile on her face, Qingcheng opened her mouth to speak to the Old Master Mo. Looking at Qingcheng's expression, the old man was slightly taken aback, as if he was slightly surprised. He had not expected things to turn out like this, and couldn't help but feel regret. If he hadn't been so stubborn back then, would he not have been like this today?

"Have you been well all these years?" took over from Old Master Mo's words.

"If it weren't for you, Qingcheng might have already become one of the top painters in the world, but what about now? It's all thanks to you. " Mo Lee's forceful and pale words immediately caused the old man's tears to fall.

What did he do to make his daughter accuse him like that?

Thinking of this, he felt waves of pain in his heart, a heart-wrenching pain.

"You shouldn't talk like that." "Qingcheng spoke to Mo Lee with a hint of reproach.

"Then how do you think I should speak? Do I have to be grateful and beg? If you can do it, I can't. " Qingcheng still carried a slight smile on her face when she heard Mo Lee's words. It was as if she had heard a gentle voice.

"All of you bring Mo Lee in first and wait for me. I'll be quick, Xiaowan." Qingcheng called out to Su Xiaowan, who nodded and then led Mo Lee over.

When there was only Qingcheng and the old man in the hallway, Qingcheng opened her mouth.

"Uncle Mo, your decision back then was probably correct." His words made the old tutor a bit confused.

"Qingcheng, I know that I shouldn't have broken you apart back then, but I didn't expect your legs to be like this." When the old man saw him sitting on the wheelchair, he couldn't help but feel curious about what had happened.

"Don't you know these things?" Mo Qingcheng retorted.

"Back then, I did change Mo Lee's notice to make her miss the time to meet with you. But I do not know about other things." The old man's explanation made Qingcheng furrow her brows.

How could it be like this? Wasn't he the one who did it?

"Back then, Mo Lee and I agreed to meet at a fixed time and confirmed the plane ticket. Looking at the old man's expression, Qingcheng felt that he shouldn't have lied. But if it wasn't him, then who could have done it? With a series of doubts, Qingcheng felt a headache coming on. Could it be that all her sins were tied to the wrong person?

"I don't know, and ever since Mo Lee left home, we haven't met again. I remember my son telling him about this at that time."

"Mo Lee's brother?" Qingcheng decided on his words.

"Yes, that's right."

The old man wasn't in good spirits, so the butler walked over.

"Old master, your body can't take such a long time of chatting. Can I send you back first?"