Pei Qingqing's father no longer paid attention to what Zhao Moxuan was saying.
Instead, he nodded slightly and agreed with his words.
"Since you're determined to stand up for Qingqing, I'll support you. But remember, don't go overboard. As for Wen Mian… I'll think about it some more."
"Alright, Uncle, I understand."
At this moment, it was already close to 2 AM.
Zhao Moxuan stood up and nodded toward Pei Qingqing's father.
"Uncle, I won't disturb you anymore. It's getting late, you should get some rest. When I get a chance, I'll talk to Huo Duan. I promise I won't let you down."
With that, Zhao Moxuan walked out the door.
Pei Qingqing's father didn't relax but instead stayed in the room, contemplating for a long time.
That night, Pei Qingqing's father had things weighing on his mind and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
It wasn't until 8 AM the next day that Pei Qingqing's father finally curled up in bed and began to feel sleepy.
