"Mo Li!"
Chu Yao turned around, clenching her fists tightly, "What can you do to me, Mo Tingshen is almost here, have you considered the consequences if he finds out?"
Mo Li feigned a lift of his brows, but any semblance of middle-aged handsomeness was marred by the disgustingly prominent forehead wrinkles.
"He has returned, but he's not coming here, he went to Minglun instead."
Chu Yao's eyes widened in shock, trembling violently.
Yes, Minglun.
He had summoned her too, but she had refused.
"Speaking of which, out of all three of you siblings, I have always favored you the most, given you more than your two brothers, but you've spurned it all. My gifts, rejected? Tell me why," Mo Li said.
Mo Li shook his head with a sigh, yet his tone sounded nothing like an elder lecturing a younger one.
His expression even carried a hint of mockery.
"Oh right, I bought each of you a set of marital homes, and yours is in the best location."
