"Big brother, I don't..."
"Listen to me."
Mo Tingshen cut him off.
The servant attending to Mo Suizhi immediately went to the kitchen happily, having to pass through the dining room where both masters and the frightened servants all maintained a silent complicity.
In such silence, however, there was an eerie deadness.
Mo Li and Ling Wei, one sitting and the other standing, both had ugly expressions on their faces.
Especially Mo Li, ever since he heard Mo Tingshen's voice, he didn't even have the courage to look at him in person. Merely the voice made him so flustered that his mind went blank and he couldn't think of any plan.
And Ling Wei watched with cold eyes, her face even wearing a thick sneer.
The servant tiptoed into the kitchen, whispering with the chef.
Luckily, there was millet porridge that morning. The chef ladled out a bowl for Mo Suizhi and added two beef buns and shrimp soup.
