Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes coldly, a burst of hostility appearing, "Yes."
"Then why haven't I heard you mention it..."
"Mention? Mention what?" The man sneered, his eyebrows full of mockery, "It's been so long, why should I bring up these things to make her unhappy?"
"..."
Steward Zhou raised his head, utterly incredulous, "Tong... Tong Minghai is Miss Tong's father?!"
How could there be such a coincidence...
"Yes," Mo Nanjue's gaze moved to his wrinkled face, "What you've done is truly commendable, should I thank you, or should I thank her?"
Upon hearing this, Steward Zhou lowered his head. Mo Nanjue's "her" referred to the Eldest Young Madam, his biological mother. This implies that the relationship between the Young Master and Miss Tong is...
His throat choked up, not daring to think further.
Mo Nanjue's sneer grew stronger. He crouched down, reaching out to grasp Steward Zhou's shoulder, "She wanted you to kill Tong Minghai... so why did you have to go to Luo Tingsong?"
