Mo Jiashuo looked at her silently, squinting slightly, "Hmm?"
"It's a girl named Qin Youxue."
"..."
Mo Xiaoman dared to swear that on Mo Jiashuo's cold face, at that moment, there was definitely a trace of shock.
Mo Jiashuo was silent for a long time, and then he spoke in a low voice: "Qin Youxue?"
"Hmm..." Mo Xiaoman nodded, "I heard she's very young, just graduated from high school, now being cherished dearly at Hexuan's home."
Mo Jiashuo fell silent, he took a drag of his cigarette, his sharp brows furrowed bit by bit.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
Mo Xiaoman asked somewhat puzzled.
Is the name Qin Youxue strange?
Why would Mo Jiashuo show such an expression?
Mo Jiashuo glanced at her: "Did you tell Dad about her?"
"Who?" Mo Xiaoman was taken aback.
"Qin Youxue."
"No."
Mo Xiaoman shook her head.
