Mo Tingshen didn't respond to him.
He stood up and lightly patted Mo Suizhi's shoulder, "Don't overthink, go ahead."
After speaking, he gave a special glance to the servant.
The servant was truly perceptive; although he served the second young master, he was employed by the eldest young master. Being able to move from a casual hospital worker to living in such a luxurious villa, taking care of a patient who wasn't much trouble, and earning a high salary meant that every time he saw Mo Tingshen, he would be extremely respectful. Whatever the eldest young master commanded, he would do without fail.
Without needing any special instructions, he pushed the second young master out.
Mo Tingshen watched Mo Suizhi until he could no longer be seen.
He hadn't taken many drags from his cigarette when it had burned down to the end. He flicked it into the ashtray on the edge of the coffee table, lingeringly crushed the butt, then promptly lit another.
