Other than feeling foolish,
Mo Baichuan also felt a pang of discomfort, steeped in regret.
If only he hadn't been so arrogant back then and had fought for her, perhaps the person by Ni Yang's side now wouldn't be Mo Qishen.
He was the one who met Ni Yang first.
Countless times, in the quiet of the night, he would dream of that scene.
But unfortunately, life doesn't grant "what ifs"; it only delivers consequences and outcomes.
No matter how much he regrets it, none of this can be undone or relived.
Ni Yang reached out to take Mo Zhiyuan into her arms. "Come, let your Sixth Aunt hold you."
Mo Zhiyuan was very fond of Ni Yang and beamed brightly with joy.
Zhao Jingrong walked over from the side, concealing all traces of frustration as she said, "Sixth Uncle, Sixth Aunt, have some fruit."
Ever since Mo Qishen had resolutely rejected Zhao Jingrong the last time, she had been behaving herself for the past few days, waiting for the right moment.
