If Luck is good?
But what if Luck isn't good?
Mr. Mo didn't even dare to think about it!
Mo Shu continued, "It's okay, I promise you, even if I can't bring him back, I'll do my best to ensure my own safety. Don't forget, I also learned judo when I was a kid."
"What's the use of that!" Mr. Mo roared. "Look at your belly now, it's so big!"
Mo Shu's hand remained on her belly, a habitual gesture.
She subconsciously lowered her head for a glance, her lips curling slightly, "It's okay, Grandpa, trust me."
Grandpa Mo sighed heavily.
But indeed, they could only follow the other party's demands.
What if... what if it succeeded?
Seeing Mo Shu's firm demeanor, Grandpa Mo, though disagreeing, was swayed by the idea of success.
Now, they could only hope treating the dead horse as if it were alive.
Qin Yuan felt something was amiss; Mo Shu didn't seem like someone who would care so much about Mo Jiantao's affairs. Was Mo Shu really just worried about Mo Jiantao's safety?
