Chapter 625: Settle the Total Account

Mo Tingshen didn’t respond to him.

He stood up and lightly patted Mo Suizhi’s shoulder, “Don’t overthink, go ahead.”

After speaking, he gave a special glance to the servant.

The servant was truly perceptive; although he served the second young master, he was employed by the eldest young master.

Being able to move from a casual hospital worker to living in such a luxurious villa, taking care of a patient who wasn’t much trouble, and earning a high salary meant that every time he saw Mo Tingshen, he would be extremely respectful.

Whatever the eldest young master commanded, he would do without fail.

Without needing any special instructions, he pushed the second young master out.

Mo Tingshen watched Mo Suizhi until he could no longer be seen.

He hadn’t taken many drags from his cigarette when it had burned down to the end.

He flicked it into the ashtray on the edge of the coffee table, lingeringly crushed the butt, then promptly lit another.

This one, he almost never removed from his lips and quickly finished it.

Then he lit a third one.

He stood with his back turned, his 6’1″ figure exuding a sense of pressure.

Some people, even without saying a word, simply by standing there, can command a presence so dominant that it can’t be ignored.

In the dining room, people kept glancing towards the living room.

Their hearts felt as if they were being ripped out and placed on a stone that had been seared by fire.

Mo Li’s hands trembled uncontrollably.

Since just a while ago, Ling Wei watched Mo Li with a cold gaze, taking in the various changes that crossed his face—from mockery and hatred to disappointment and eventually to a gradual calm.

It seemed that being emotionally affected by such a filthy man was a nauseating matter.

“Tingshen,” Ling Wei walked out of the dining room.

Her sudden movement panicked Mo Li, and he growled in a low voice behind her, “Ling, you come back here, you dare!”

Ling Wei didn’t even give him a proper look, only casting a glance back with the corner of her eye.

By now, no matter how frantic Mo Li was, she felt no satisfaction.

“Tingshen.”

Ling Wei walked behind Mo Tingshen, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

She didn’t walk quietly or softly call out just once, but Mo Tingshen acted as if he hadn’t heard, and didn’t even look at her when she spoke beside him.

Ling Wei thought he was deep in thought and wanted to say something more when Mo Tingshen turned his head and spoke in a flat tone, “I have.”

“Oh…” Ling Wei suddenly found herself at a loss for words, unsure of when it had become so difficult to find a topic to talk about with her son, “Well, that’s good then.”

Mo Tingshen turned to face her, his gaze sweeping from the top of Ling Wei’s head downward, his cold eyes softening slightly.

“I will do something shortly.

If you are scared, you can go find Suizhi.”

Ling Wei bit her lip, “No, I’ll stay here.”

She glanced at Mo Tingshen, then turned and drove all the servants out of the villa, inside and out.

She personally closed the door.

Turning around, there was no sign of Mo Tingshen in the living room.

Mo Li’s panicked voice came from the dining area, “What are you trying to do?”

Mo Tingshen stood in front of him, a cigarette clamped in his mouth, the tip touching his tongue, slipping to the corner of his mouth.

His thin lips opening and closing, the voice that emanated amidst the smoke was low and deep, and carried a bone-chilling coldness: “I warned you three years ago not to set your sights on Xiao Yao again.”

Mo Li’s gaze flickered, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t seen her recently.”

“Haven’t seen her?” Mo Tingshen chuckled coldly, “The Golden Deer Award, the celebration party, the garage.”

Mo Li’s head snapped up, his eyes trembling uncontrollably, “Who has been telling you lies?”

Mo Tingshen said nothing.

“Chu Yao?

Is it that little bitch, Chu Yao?”