The mother and daughter were silent for a few seconds, then voices rang out again, "Mohmoh, your dad..."
Indeed, the two people meeting here at night were Yin Mo and Mother Yin.
Yin Mo sighed wistfully, "Mom, let him be. At this point, he's still loyally devoted to Charlman, what else can I say."
"Mohmoh, it's not like that, your dad has already..."
Before Mother Yin could finish, Yin Mo suddenly heard a very slight noise.
She squinted her eyes warily and pushed Mother Yin to the shaded side of the shrine, "Who?"
Mother Yin hastily put on her veil, gave Yin Mo a deep look, and turned back along the path.
No matter how much she was reluctant, she couldn't cause trouble for Mohmoh. Knowing she was alive was already a fortunate turn of events.
After Mother Yin left, Yin Mo naturally picked up a tray from her feet, adjusted her veil, and walked out with a servile demeanor.
Luckily, she was still wearing a waiter's uniform.
