"Father, Father..." The sounds of Mo Xuetong crying could be heard outside. It broke the silent sorrowful atmosphere in the room. Mo Huawen rearranged his expression and looked up coldly at Mo Xuemin who was faking sadness as was being helped along by Mo Xiu at the door.
Mo Xuemin did not expect Mo Xuetong to be there as well. A trace of viciousness flashed in her eyes. She took a step forward, looking gentle and weak. There was a bandage wrapped around her head that still bore traces of blood. It was probably the wound from where she had smashed her head earlier. Her pink clothes bore spots of blood near the wound. Her hair was let loose and she opened her mouth fearfully. Her sad eyes were filled with tears and she looked very pitiful, making one sympathize with her.
She tripped before she even entered the room. She would have fallen if Mo Xiu had not caught her.
