Chapter 624: Take the Second Young Master Away

“Big brother, I don’t…”

“Listen to me.”

Mo Tingshen cut him off.

The servant attending to Mo Suizhi immediately went to the kitchen happily, having to pass through the dining room where both masters and the frightened servants all maintained a silent complicity.

In such silence, however, there was an eerie deadness.

Mo Li and Ling Wei, one sitting and the other standing, both had ugly expressions on their faces.

Especially Mo Li, ever since he heard Mo Tingshen’s voice, he didn’t even have the courage to look at him in person.

Merely the voice made him so flustered that his mind went blank and he couldn’t think of any plan.

And Ling Wei watched with cold eyes, her face even wearing a thick sneer.

The servant tiptoed into the kitchen, whispering with the chef.

Luckily, there was millet porridge that morning.

The chef ladled out a bowl for Mo Suizhi and added two beef buns and shrimp soup.

Mo Tingshen pushed Mo Suizhi into the living room, where he sat sideways on the couch.

Their seats formed a right angle, with half of a coffee table separating them.

Mo Suizhi tried to say something, but the servant came over with the breakfast, placing it one by one on the coffee table.

“Eat,” Mo Tingshen nodded.

The coffee table had a lift mechanism, with buttons on the side that could raise it to the same height as a dining table.

Mo Suizhi ate a bun with the millet porridge and tried to negotiate, “Big brother—”

“Eat your food.”

Mo Tingshen took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.

He leaned back and intentionally tilted his upper body to the side, keeping the hand with the cigarette far from Mo Suizhi.

The current atmosphere was too weird, really too weird.

There wasn’t a single sound from the dining room.

One could even hear distinctly which direction the wind was blowing from.

Gradually, Mo Suizhi couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He felt a tingling sensation on his scalp amidst the silence.

After eating another bun, he put it down.

“Big brother, I really can’t eat anymore.”

Mo Tingshen, out of habit, raised the hand that was holding the cigarette and glimpsed the red ember between his fingers; he paused, switched hands, and pointed towards the soup on the coffee table, “Soup, drink half.”

The servant, very observant, handed over a soup spoon.

Mo Suizhi had no choice but to spoon the soup into his mouth, bite by bite, obediently drank half, and scooped out all the shrimp from the soup to eat.

The servant once again showed initiative and folded a napkin, wiping Mo Suizhi’s mouth.

“Take the second young master to the backyard,” Mo Tingshen suddenly said.

Mo Suizhi paused, had a premonition, and glanced towards the back dining room, “Big brother, there’s something—”

“You don’t need to say it.”

Mo Tingshen seemed to be refusing to let him finish a complete sentence.

He was feeling irritable at the moment, otherwise he wouldn’t have relied on smoking to calm down; the sparks he’d been suppressing could ignite at a touch, yet his anger should not be directed at Mo Suizhi.

After he spoke, it was clear that Mo Suizhi’s expression changed.

Mo Tingshen then softened his tone, “This has nothing to do with you, don’t overthink it.

I’ll leave in a while, you just finished breakfast, go to the backyard to digest.”

Mo Suizhi gripped the armrest, his fingers hidden beneath clenched secretly, only he could hear the scratching noise of his nails.

After a pause, he said, “I’ll stay with you; we haven’t talked in a long time.”

His initial intention was to avoid facing his parents’ quarrels.

But with Mo Tingshen there, he wanted to stay.

He couldn’t quite articulate himself, that sudden sense of foreboding felt ominous.